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The Nature of Cancer
There's a tumor in me, deep down in bowels
With each passing night, it howls and growls
Twisting and turning, there's a burning inside
The pain that I feel, I can longer hide
Havoc! I cry for my dear Juliet
But I already know the answer I'll get
Silence surrounds me; it's all that I know
This cancer inside me continues to grow
Can you not see this cruel irony?
To kill off the cancer, in pain you must be
Life breeding death; pain for salvation?
The answers I get breed only frustration
Cry you must not, but listen to this
Take heed to the answers for eternal bliss
No one can hear the voice of the dumb
If you do not speak, no one will come
poem
by
Scott Marek
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