Waiting (In bed with cancer)
Staring at the fingers of a clock, Spin you bastard, spin What’s with this slow monotony that shudders within my veins Waiting… For an answer to part truths For a lump that could change a life A one-word answer that would bring back clarity No Nothing to worry about, forget it… past tense An anomaly of cells, A smudge, a watermark A figment of an overactive mind Anything that straightens my circling thoughts And slows this water ticking through these minutes of silence Yet should I shroud myself in flights of fancy? Or prepare for a sure uncertainty Maybe Barricade myself behind walls of disbelief? And smile behind a façade of lament Yet…… Children aren’t for certain, as the numbers should prove What lies in waiting could remain malignant and strike unknowing Only the constant numbing pain will remind me of there presence As the future holds nothing but waiting…I'm still waiting for test results from these damn lumps i've felt for years... i'm scared... Currently i've been told that there is a 85% i can't have kids and if it isn't cancerous now.. theres a 35% chance that it will be in the future... Written January 8th, 2002 © on Jan 08 2002 11:43 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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