Diagnosed
thirteen years ago
at
first I thought I had it beat
all
that time the virus did grow
it
left me admitting defeat
admit defeat it
can't be beat
years ago the
virus did grow
Days
are numbered times running out
as
I lay waiting in my bed
sure
to go quick I have no doubt
I
have it worked out in my head
I laid down my
head in my bed
times running out
I have no doubt
That
was then and this is now
I
don't have what it takes to fight
I
have the answer to the how
but
the when and where wasn't right
it wasn't right
to leave the fight
but for right now
don't ask me how
I
know tonight when I lay down
the
next morning I'll wake up dead
fall
asleep to tears of a clown
it
was all planned out in my head
in my head I knew
I'd be dead
laying down to
tears of a clown
Copyright
©
2015 by Patrick B Vince
Inverted
Refrain Poem
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