Written on December 28, 2025
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In a distant thought, hear the murmur, the call Rich colors of gray, indistinct shadows write Black words, sting of grief, against a solid wall While the darkness pours out a warning, the fight Between hope and despair, a desperate fear Rises in souls of those who know frantic fright There is a nagging dread, calling with each tear Anxiety climbs through those who understand Tempting souls to doubt the truth of each prayer Cancer’s rhythm can sometimes feel like sinking sand What of those moments before cells multiplied? This is a disease where nothing goes as planned A curse word, a struggle, darkness will abide muddle of cancer silences hearts who’ve cried
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