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The Silent Killer
I know what's it like to be afraid of your own mind.
The thoughts won't subside
You’re afraid the thoughts will consume you.
The medication stops working, you don’t know how much longer til the inevitable.
You visit each member of your family, one by one professing your undying love
Hoping they’ll understand when everything’s said and done.
Days of solitude turn into nights which turn into weeks-to months.
You take one last look at your life and then….
The darkness wins, there's a reason why they call it the silent killer.
a good sad one
just wait for the morning light
and it will heal
all the sadness
that you feel
To Die Silently
To write it down dispells the quiet. Don't Cry, Scream, the poet said once. It doesn't change outcomes, but it feels good! I empathize - my family is cancer biased genetically. Your poem tells me what may come next. Thank you for sharing - Lady A -