The will to live is gripping
White knuckled so,
Round after round after round
Another blow
Why me, why has this happened?
Yet on she goes,
I.V. drip of confusion
Nothing she chose
Save, for the intervention
Too scared to close
Her life, her breath, her everything
So on it grows
The will, the life-gripping will,
Only she knows.
Sunday, September 25, 2016
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