Saturday, August 8, 2020

the diagnosis

the blood count is wrong.
there' a problem.

she's in a panic.
she's on the phone.

she's deep into the dive
of finding out
what's gone
wrong.

her heart races. her mind
goes numb.

can this life be over so soon.
there's so much
left to be done.

her is face broken
into tears,
her skin is blanched 
in ashes.

it's what we all fear.
a life unlived to its fullest.

we've run out of time.
we've  entered
unwillingly into our final
year.

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