*The Last Man ..*

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Diaries of a cancer patient ..

Submitted: July 10, 2011

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as I get up of my bed and sit
feeding myself with my cold soup ladle
struggling to get to my medicine kit
barely left this death cradle

my wife's smile used to give me hope
she used to smile at me as she wipes off my tears
now,her smile adds grief to my mope
looking at her picture,reminds me of my worse fears

reminds me of loneliness cold
she wanted the grave to be her bed
she cheated on me with death
she sold her soul

as I stare at the walls
I remember back when I was a soldier
I've taken so many souls
and it tires me carrying them on my shoulder

I guaranteed my ticket to hell
in this life and in the other
my body aches me,every cell can tell
how I was the strongest among my brothers

I couldn't go to death so fast
because now I'm so weak
everyday I suffer from my black past
waiting for death to come every week

it doesn't bother me,all my pain
what is killing me is waiting
it's taking much time,my ending rain
I just want to sleep,with no awaken

I didn't want it to be this way
living under the wing of cancer
cursing myself night and day
spending my life on my bed bouncers

it keeps holding on this life
my soul just doesn't want to give up
I lost them all,my friends and my wife
and it still wants to live up

I had so many dreams when I was young
but now my only dream is to be lost
this pain has been going for so long
I wonder when death's gonna drink my toast

 


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