Blankets Of Doubt

Ovarian, Breast, Pancreatic, or Lung…

there’s a look that is shared the same

 

And staring straight into the eyes of time,

all promises gone and reclaimed

 

Each moment borrowed and leased from your fear,

 the walls crashing one by one

 

Tonight no longer a sleep guaranteed

—under blankets of doubt unsung

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

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