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Can't Fight No More (Prose Poem) by jroday
I've had Complex Partial Seizures since two thousand and two
There's nothing the doctors can do.
Is it time to give up the hope?
My life is not of a soap.
When and where do I go from here?
I'm tried of being stuck in this gear.
I now see it very clear.
I might not make it through this year.
Seizures put to much stress on my body.
It's like living the life of John Gotti.
Never knowing when it will come,
just knowing I will get some.
It keeps trying to take that spark,
by biting me like a shark.
Every time I try to pick myself up off the
ground.
It just end up kicking me back down.
Sooner or later I'm going to lose,
just like a socket light in a fuse.
I am not afraid of dieing,
just the fact of the timing.
I don't want people to pity me.
I just want them to let me be.
I won't be alone-
No, never my friends,
the burden is shared,
right down to the end.
I want to be remembered for the light that I gave,
to the people who's lives I touched in some way.
Remember my smile my presence and grace
Just don't forget my face.
Mrs.jroday Mar. 20, 1959-1988 (cancer)
Mr. jroday Aug 28 1956-until then
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Posted: January 12, 2005 10:10 AM PST; Last modified: January 12, 2005 10:10 AM PST
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When we were growing up, you always told us not to give up no matter what.
For the poem dad I give you a -10-,but if you have really given up I give you; which I believe is a lie.
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