The struggle of impending loss of identity and, ultimately, death.
Nothing will ever be the same.
What is the difference between a tumor or a bullet in the brain?
There is no one and no god to blame.
I’ll not continue to live with thoughts that can’t be trained.
The desperation, the brief, fleeting memories do nothing to entice
A brain to want to live without thought of feeling or of vice.
A life that is lost to one whose body lives on.
A life that is lost only lives on as a memory to some.
With no obvious demarcation between consciousness and wistful dreams,
This brain can’t discern reality; just accepts it as it seems.
Infrequently, in moments of clarity, the brain knows it’s going insane.
I ask again, what is the difference between a tumor or a bullet in the brain?
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