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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