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'Do not be afraid' They said to him For there is no greater pain Than that of death And afterwards As he looked grim They took turns in telling him That he would improve Cancer They repeated in his ears Cancer His brain chanted It is eating me alive But, as he looked up At the ceiling Of a sterile, cold Hospital room He realized they were wrong The pain of death Would sooner turn to a pleasure Compared to the turmoil Of his disease Cancer Again and again They whispered to him Hushing him Lulling him to sleep with their evil, evil sighs He did not believe their lies The next day He left the hospital room He sat on the bus And sat for hours Going wherever Fate wanted to take him Everyday he did this Everyday he tried to live In another person's shoes The bus driver's The woman across the street The man in the window, At the motel down the road He lived like they did Until finally, He realized He did not want to live Any life but his own He went back to the hospital He fought He ached He scarred He broke down And he won Live no life but yours He said to me as I wrote Write any lives you want, He repeated, But live only yours
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Aug 4, 2012
Aug 4, 2012 at 5:00 AM UTC
No Life But Yours
'Do not be afraid' They said to him For there is no greater pain Than that of death And afterwards As he looked grim They took turns in telling him That he would improve Cancer They repeated in his ears Cancer His brain chanted It is eating me alive But, as he looked up At the ceiling Of a sterile, cold Hospital room He realized they were wrong The pain of death Would sooner turn to a pleasure Compared to the turmoil Of his disease Cancer Again and again They whispered to him Hushing him Lulling him to sleep with their evil, evil sighs He did not believe their lies The next day He left the hospital room He sat on the bus And sat for hours Going wherever Fate wanted to take him Everyday he did this Everyday he tried to live In another person's shoes The bus driver's The woman across the street The man in the window, At the motel down the road He lived like they did Until finally, He realized He did not want to live Any life but his own He went back to the hospital He fought He ached He scarred He broke down And he won Live no life but yours He said to me as I wrote Write any lives you want, He repeated, But live only yours
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rae-monroe
Aug 4, 2012
Aug 4, 2012 at 5:00 AM UTC
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