empty nyquil bottles
now full of sorrow
full of pain
feelings of joy now replaced by loss stage 1...
fear now plagued with acceptance
miss understanding a blessing for now
struggle to even wake up
pain over coming strength stage 2.........
reasoning barely lasting
hope is covered by gloomy clouds
days numbered by 2 of a kind stage 3..........
hand of cards holding 1 last ace
deaths hand holds 2 kings and 2 aces....
the final stand
its all come to this
pill bottle stage 4
made to kill pain
now bringing killing pain...
"mama if you wake up ill give you my bracelet"
but the mother lost aginst cancer" final (black) curtain
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Author:
lemons poetry (
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- Comment from author about the poem: this is about my moms friend that had stage 4 cancer (not sure what kind) and the elements of the poem are stuff i saw the line in quotes was actually something memes kid actually said (mee mee) (the mother of the kid that said that) that was all like 2 years ago...tell me in the comments what it made you think feel etc.
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Comments1
A fine poem LP, though I don't go along with the thought of life as a pack of cards. If so, why are some dealt the 'lucky' hands, and some not?
Then I don't believe in 'luck' either. It may make it seem as if life is some lottery. I say, we've as much chance of winning that, as seeing pigs flying!
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