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A greedy, gnawing beast sits on my neck Why doesn�t he eat his fill and leave? The teeth are razor sharp and poison filled. It mocks my tears and helps itself. We share this wrecked body. The two of us in a monster�s game I play the frightened pawn, While it triumphs and reigns. I grow weary of playing now. Bone tired, sad and spent, For every move I get ahead, it laughs and gives me more to dread. It has stamina that knows no end. It grows larger as I fade away. Someday I will disappear, And only the beast will remain. By Kathie Stehr March 20, 200 |
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| PAIN AS LIFE |