On a machine I rely now to take a breath
forgotten of which I had, between life and death
Ask I for time, just a bit more
17 my child is, until graduates she perhaps needs her mother..
My cancer hasn’t spared a bit of my body withering
While to recover I somehow still hope, at a pace faster its spreading
Too malignant, too aggressive
hard to control, to treatment no more responsive
Surgeries numerous, chemotherapy ongoing
Doctors suggest hospice.. but I keep fighting
this battle between life and death
On a machine I rely now to take a breath
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