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October 26, 2010
By Stovohobo. BRONZE, Carmel, Indiana
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"Most folks are about as happy as they make up their minds to be." -Abraham Lincoln

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Warmth floods in and I start to seize
Muscle-quakes and tremors cease
My eyelids shoot about, trapeze
For a second I don’t even pant.

For this, made from the strangest trees
Can take away the hours to please
My deepest, dark infirmities
And all this from a plant.

But then returns that well-known gasp
The crack of voice and crooked rasp
An oily, black, malignant asp
My throat, a coat of ants.

I’ve tried to stop, but try and see
How you live with this disease
When your lungs and brain agree
There’s no such thing as “can’t”.

© Cara L., Medical Lake, WA

The author's comments:
This isn't actually a personal piece; I wrote from imagination, not experience. It was a follow-up to a piece on alcoholism.
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