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Mar 2019
It came inside
So silent and stealthy
Not caring if I was Sick
Or totally healthy

It hid inside
Unnoticed and unseen
As if it were a ghost
Malevolent and mean

Waiting to attack
And wreak havoc in me
Destroying my body’s defenses
Without remorse or pity

It spread like the plague
Infecting all in its path
Spreading its sickness
In the wake of its wrath

My body is now ill
But I'll not find a cure
From this blackness within
It’s a losing battle for sure

I don’t understand
Guess I’ll never know the answer
Why so many of us need to be cursed
By this evil called CANCER.
For all who fight the fight.
Written by
Thomas King
177
   Fawn
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