Poetry

Remission

Remission;
Feels like a lie by omission,
This is just an intermission,
A fire awaiting its ignition,

It seems like I am waiting,
For a little cell to begin tainting,
While I spend every minute hating,
This disease that spends no time wasting,

Corrupting my flesh, my blood, my mind
My existence here is timed
I’ve never felt so blind
My future already signed

When it comes I shall fight,
I will not lose the light,
I will struggle with all my might,
For those who shine so bright,

Remission;
Feels like a lie of omission,
This is just an intermission,
A fire awaiting its ignition.

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