I feel broken Shattered My existence split in two One lives with him And the other quickly fades A whisper in the dark Of my hollowed breast These things should never happen Words erased from language Pain drawn out in syringes And burned in brilliant holocausts We did not ask for this For the eyes of God To shadow our lives, Apparent pity abound But no mercy from His hands Where are you now, O God? How doth thy affection lie? Prostrate on the ground, Bury my face in unholy text Chanting diagnoses And the time he has left
My Marine friend has a tumor. We don't know yet if it is malignant, but he is scheduled for surgery on Tuesday.