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Poetry

Nothing Left To Fear

I’ve got my IV

Slow, slow-dripping that cure

But I don’t feel a thing.

This wretched disease

Doesn’t care what I want

Or what I need.

It is a demon locomotive

Churning through my body,

Daring me to live.

So I take the borrowed time

And the tiny pleasures I have left

To make a piece of this world all mine.

© 2021 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

By jebrownwriter

Houston, TX-based Writer and Photographer. Proud pet rescuer who spends nearly all his money on them.

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