Illness
Docter's spout words of death
well timed with the swift assurence that there might be a chance
While you seem so hale and hearty
Something inside of you is failing
to perform its appointed task
No symptoms that can be seen
They stick needles in
until all your veins collapse
weight is lost where you look more
dead then alive
The doctor's say that you have a chance
But sometimes feels
like you want to die
Nausia wracks your body to where
drinking is impossible let alone eating
You sit at death's door waiting for the moment
When there is a choice
For you to get up and try again
Or just to fade to dust
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