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the saddest part of dying
is what you forgot to do
the ideas born in lucid dreams
that vanished in the hue
the mountains never seen
the oceans never crossed
the poems written on scraps of paper
a lover's smile now lost
the tears you held inside
the chances never taken
the landscape of your life
an oasis now forsaken
Pebble falls—no sound.
Bee, lost in lotus chambers,
forgets the way home.

If I have just one more day
I will fight forever
Give up nothing
Till the end of my days come
I will not be afraid
I will never turn my back and run
This is the path chosen for me
I may break but never be done
Courageous
I will have faith where there used to be none
I will fight for me
I will be strong
This cancer cannot bind me
Cannot beat me down
It’s shadow will not dim my light
Until I’m 6 feet in the ground
With every single heartbeat……….
I will rise up and defy all odds
I will fight until forever
If I have just one more day
Cancer *****!
I was diagnosed with stomach cancer on April 10, 2025. Until the call from the doctor, I believed it was never going to be me, I thought I cannot get cancer. Little did I know cancer does not discriminate. It does not look at your race, gender and especially age. I am only 48 years old and I have cancer.. It is still sinking in, but this poem is how I feel about my diagnosis and my journey, I will fight until the bitter end. Cancer will have to take me kicking and screaming, dragging me all the way. I am resilient, I am strong, I want to live! Please help me if you can with my cancer journey, it is not cheap to get cancer!
https://gofund.me/e7cbdb3e
(copy, and paste this link in your browser or search, Gracie Stoops Missouri Valley, Iowa on go fund me)
#CANCERSUCKS
I was starving in
Pennsylvania.
One night, I had
enough.
Done with it all.
The poverty and
sickness.
The drunken mad
nights
and dog-fight days.
Brutality for breakfast.
Served sunny side up
runny yolks with
butterflies trapped in
the yellow sunshine.
Spiders built webs in
my soul.

I stood on the torn-up
couch in my living room and
yelled at the walls.

Listen, you devil.
You want me, you better be
ready for a fight.
I paced the floor like a
washed-up heavyweight champ,
eyeing the ceiling like a
drunken sparrow in a cat's mouth.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8k5NY8ZMx3I
Here is a link to my YouTube channel, where I read poetry from my recently published books, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems and It's Just a Hop, Skip, and Jump to the Madhouse, available on Amazon.

www.thomaswcase.com
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