Poetry

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(a cancer patient's story)

I'll not paddle on a sea
Nor touch my feet on a shore
Nor carve a mountain
Nor scan a forest without
A word in the air
For your curious ears

I'll not lay a critic eye
On a director's latest fruit
Nor pass a night...
Without breathing a word
Of tenderness in me
To your sleeping form

I'll not shed a tear
Nor moan in pain
Nor sigh for the
Short-sheeted time

What I cannot spill
With my choosing mouth
I'll blot with ink
And the paper can
Speak for me

It's the only way
I can ever think of
To leave you unempty
'Cause I cannot say
How long this body
Can keep up with this
Fast-paced journey

I'm sorry if I must
Leave a scar in your heart
I have no choice, I can't
Make my leaving painless

Because this fiend
I'm fighting inside me
Could someday consume me
Till I'll never wake again

Be good, my son
And grant me a smile
For me to bring with me
To my eternal sleep.

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