Sylvia

As I grow older, time seems to go faster.

As I grow sicker, time seems to slow down.

The times I feel well, night can’t wait to come.

The times I cough blood, the sun scoffs my suffering.

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Whenever a friend arrives, I can count the seconds of laughter.

Whenever I’m alone, I count the years till sundown.

Long forgotten, all that is random.

Never ceased, pills, IV, the ceiling.

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This hospital is my world, it is unheard.

To die, but not choosing the path.

What if my cancer can free me,

   The sweet wrath of the bird.

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Leaving its broken cage, a prisoner released.

But after ten steps in Paradise, this man shall be deceased.