I missed the four eyes sight,
Cages of light, losing at night,
Sharing the same floor that I walk on,
Holding into me in the morning, switching the giggle on,
I hoped my humour wasn't dramatic, cause I'd do it happily,
I wanted to put my bags, but I pictured you swiftly,
Is it all about what we feel in my sickness?
I knew it would kill like a bullet, It took me two months,
I almost killed you, but I didn't,
You started to let me in, but I shut it off,
I can imagine when you go to the office, would she follow you?
It's painful, harmful, powerful,
It's a shame cause I wasn't vibrant enough,
I'm not talking anymore, I'm a less,
Catch me on my way, hold my wooden casket, bury me with my father,
You know my truths and thrones,
I had to say goodbye to save your glass,
I'll know you again and hold you again,
I replay my footsteps on each stepping stone,
Looking at the phase when I was born,
Trying to find the one where I went wrong,
God rest my soul I miss who I used to be,
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Beyond The Glass
PoetryPutting poetry and prose on a glasses, A time passes, The scar built gashes, a sake of my health drew ashes, This poetry talks about the glasses, and my Cancer journey.