Cancerous
Shattered glass, around my feet,
every where I go,
every where I turn.
My plans, my dreams, all shattered,
at my feet, and I'm to walk on them.
This is not survivor,
but a soldier,
it's a battle, and I am its victim.
Cruel life, it laughs at me,
but all I can do is stay silent.
It has bitten into my bones,
squeezing my life out of my body and soul.
Now that I know the truth in me,
I cannot flee myself,
I let the ill wind blow in my face,
until it will blow me away from this platform
to my grave.
Nothing is ever so cancerous.
6/8/2019
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