The News is in
The news came in; it was what I most feared,
The words, they haunt me, they burned, they seared.
The life I knew has been taken, it is gone,
I wonder what I did, to deserve this wrong.
It just took a second for them to inform me of my condition,
It sounded like they were citing a weary rendition.
Do they realize my life will never be the same?
Who is at fault, is there someone to blame?
Is it genetics, or just a twist of fate?
The answer is now meaningless, at this advanced date.
In the blink of an eye, a small minute out of time,
What is left of my life has no reason, no rhyme.
-Margi C.
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