Cancer

It hurts so bad i drunk enough for four. My blood thin enough to leak through my pours.  I lay on the floor, insides soar. Images resurfaces like saliva, i fight untill battered, then i endure untill im in tatters. My mind is being eatin; i battle cancer. My sun gone away. In this barin place, nothing blooms, but regret. The moon sits round, and in to the night i howl and howl, yet the aching keeps me warm.

 I am Desolate.

Where is Hope?    

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