Last day
You know it comes without fail
Your state of being just as frail
As if you’re a thin reed
Goodbyes
The least you wanna hear today
Your misery holds you at bay
Words make you bleeding
No cure
You know it’s always one way trip
Your sickness digs you into deep
And there’s no answer
The death
It’s near. You feel the threat
Your enemy’s out to upset
You name it. Cancer…
Last Day On Earth
© Copyright: Никодим Святославов, 2009
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