Merde au Cancer
Her cancer proliferates once again.
Dreaming of tomorrows never spent.
I bleed out my sorrows with a feather pen.
She wakes amidst the lion’s den.
Recalling the many places we went.
Her cancer proliferates once again.
Desperate prayer for healing. Amen!
Re-reading the letters and cards we sent.
I bleed out my sorrows with a feather pen.
Plea bargains with deities, all of them!
Forgiving others. No time to repent.
Her cancer proliferates once again.
We ponder the moment, the where and when.
Living her fullest - a desperate attempt.
I bleed out my sorrows with a feather pen.
Ne regrettes rien de rien!
Life is not given. It is merely lent.
Her cancer proliferates once again.
I bleed out my sorrows with a feather pen.
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