Redux
now you are angry at god
are you angry at yourself
do you care we’ll lose you
feeling self-condemnation laying on your deathbed
regretting the deals with the devil
feeling sad you’re losing the battle
looking forward to the end yet
are your tears burning your face
ashamed you’re stinking of death now
you wanting smoke break time back
wishing you’d been smarter or stronger
was it worth the ugly cancer
was it worth losing all love
will you miss your dear family
was any of it worth it
surprised at how angry i am
you do know i am afraid
Originally posted 2/4/2019 on I Write Her.
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🥰 Cancer is something I’m afraid of
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Same. Unfortunately, it runs in our family.
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Powerful emotions in your poem.
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Yes, they were. I write this piece from experience. Thanks for reading, Diana!
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Such is the lament of people like me who when losing a parent that could never admit out loud, they had been wrong. Sad part is, we will never know whether or not they ever even admitted it to themselves. Brilliant writing.
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<3 Appreciate your kind words, Violet. Yes, not just about smoking but it also refers to exactly what you have stated. I'd like to hope they did admit their failings to themselves, but knowing my parents, especially my mother, I doubt it.
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This is such a poignant poem Susi. The fear of losing someone we love makes us angry too.
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Very true! Thanks so much, Sadje!
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You’re very welcome my friend 😍
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Interesting
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Thank you, Caleb!
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