Kevin Fitting Poet I do not know?

Cancerous

It burns and i bear it, teeth clenched and grinding,
stomache; churned while my head is still churning,
nostalgia takes hold of my soul for the binding,
effulgent in glow, but the texture is yearning,

I wither; a slave to myself and no other,

I falter; a moment of weakness forsakes me,

I fall, and yet it feels like I'm flying,

I rise.. only to find myself withered,

I'm stained.... by the depths of my doubts....
like cancer it plagues me; buried and burrowing........

.......................please rinse me out

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