There\'s something inside
you know shouldn\'t be.
Hiding, concealing,
begging complacency.
They\'ve told you it\'s there
then left you to wonder.
Is it survival this time,
or time to go under.
There\'s no kidding yourself,
it\'s no childish game.
It\'s the worst diagnosis,
with the most feared name.
And YOUR name on their list
where they share out the time.
You dance to their bidding
with your life on the line.
Waiting out this long fortnight
for prognostic phone call.
Their telephonic revelation
will you rise, do you fall.