as it grows
I just don't know
fast or slow
just make it go
what it will take
as my heart breaks
the cells it takes
my body aches
God, take it away
and keep it at bay
this prayer I do pray
each night and each day
in six months once more
I'll find out the score
will my spirit soar?
as I come to that door
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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