I’ve become allergic to breathing, <br />sucking air through the lump in my throat <br />to the mass of cancer that keeps beating. <br /> <br />The hours are too long, <br />this day decays, <br />and what strength is left? <br />I am no Mary <br />and you are certainly no Lazarus- <br />we cannot raise the dead, but, <br />we have been known to wake the neighbors.<br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/abrupt-shoulder-edge/
