My blood pressure annoyingly
Up, slams in my brain again,
Commemorating one of the
Rampaging diseases that took
Her away, and I once more,
Agitated beyond control, pace,
A lion in a cage, raging.
Despite my opinions and
Rationalizations, I know
Everyone born of woman
Must surely die, but why
Her so many years before.
My intense examination
of whatever passes keeps me
Moving back and forth each
Passing year. Do you hear
A yelling, a celebration? It
Will not be me or mine.
Perhaps this steam blinding
Me will syphon the indignity
Of my continuing existence.
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