• Broken Past
    Leading to a broken path.
    With just one whiff can take me back.

    -To-

    The ugly sights,
    The chemo feel,
    Through the call of desperation.

    The endless scare,
    The painful stare,
    With a mind wondering about its reconciliation.

    How do we see past those comatose dreams?

    Hoping that it'll dissipate in time;
    As do our lives.
    But how do you cage a bird,
    Or tell the sun not to shine?

    How do you get away from the pain,
    when it's in every breath you take
    And every move you create?

    With lies? Medication? Death?
    None can satisfy the need for
    Our freedom from this fire.