This was written as I sat in a chair, recovering after receiving chemotherapy treatment for cancer.

I never knew that day would change my life forever.

On the road to a beautiful place, until my dreams were severed.

Stood in the light, that’s where I was found.

Knocked off the tracks, now I fade into the background.

Blinded by fear, deafened by silence.

Colour this grey, make this all become clear.

Here I sit in waiting, these blackened days,

Hidden out side, inside I’m suffocating.

I try to scream, but don’t make a sound.

Feels like my soul has drowned.

Mentally drained, Physically pained.

Bearing fiscal pressure.

Back to the grind in next to no time,

Normality sustained.

What goes around comes around?

Karma defied me, evil grew quickly.

For reasons unfound.

Old and weary before my day, broken beat and scarred.

From this I cannot get away.

Here I sit in waiting, these blackened days,

Hidden out side, inside I’m suffocating.

I try to scream, but don’t make a sound.

Feels like my soul has drowned.

Loyalties tested.

Such is reality.

Beginning the absence of morality.

The puppet masters try pulling the string.

But I dance to my own tune,

I am my own king.

The game brings deception, a skewed perception.

When the sun shines, why make it rain?

Good days are rare but still carry this stain.

Here I sit in waiting, these blackened days,

Hidden out side, inside I’m suffocating.

I try to scream, but don’t make a sound.

Feels like my soul has drowned.

Betrayed. for a fool I was played.

Who was the mastermind behind this crime?

The healing hand held back by the thieves of time.

Twisted in mind and body, all is stranger now.

Working through the strife, diziness impedes my thoughts.

But life less sharp is still life.

When the chance of death surprises, there is one question that arises.

If I could have my wasted days back, would I use them to get back on track?

Now that time is not to waste, procrastination replaced.

I try to scream, but don’t make a sound.

Feels like my soul has drowned.

There is light at the end of this, I just don’t know where the tunnel is.

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