my
mind empty, yet my thoughts whirl
I have so much to say, yet my pen betrays me something needs to be said,
but what?
so much pain, so much death
there's no way to put it, but scary
to think, know, that I won't die naturally
that it will not be a disease or injury or heart failure
that doesn't matter, I've already resigned myself to it given time,
it will just happen
but there are others like me
quieter, more afraid, in more pain
and even I can't cope
what is to become of them?
my brothers and sisters?
KJ
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