Prisoner

Being young, but caught in a body broken. Not being able to speak, because of the machine covering your nose and mouth. The youth, the life slipping through your fingers. What faith, to be born just to die so soon.

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1. Prisoner

Sick sick lungs

Why are you dying? Can’t breathe, can’t speak, can think, can’t live

Think too much

Is this the illness or the cure?

Our cure, core

Tying a knot, the string readily cut

Screaming, breathing, can’t breathe

I am here

Once

Then I am gone

With the wind leaving my

Sick sick lungs

 

Caught in a useless body

Mutant

Can think, can’t write

Riding along, long days

Is it the illness or the cure?

That kills me

Bib

Inflate

Useless

Deflate

Useless

Bip bip bip

Heart aching, heart beating

 

Fly to the sky, where the burden of cancer is

Too heavy to follow

My heart

Can’t breathe, can’t speak, can’t live

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