The Empty Pine Box…#337

[Fighting with Words, Poetry or Prose are My Weapons.]  EAJM

The Empty Pine Box…#337

Horror haunted- trying to lay out one’s days – schedules

Keeping relentless. Isolated yet fearless, in this desert land

Called Cancer -"Oh God!" I say, "Object of evil – the devil!

I tell this soul with sorrow laden if, with the angels of healing

Protect me in this desert land called Cancer –

I walk on the black sands of time, unbroken in mind but sound

 In spirit.  Take this loneliness from my heart, keep evil from my

Soul.  Protect me in this desert land called Cancer –

I dream of demons, shadows surround me, am I protected?

It is in the night that I feel weak and weary.  It is the waking

That I find myself drenched with sweat.  Was there someone

Rhythmically shaking me awake.  Protect me in this desert land

Called Cancer –

The box in the corner, a pine box, empty.  Without fear, I face

My terror; my heart pounds in my chest.  I pray many times a

Day, my soul grows stronger.  The shadows are gone, only the

Drenching of my cloths give way to the nightmare.  I whisper,

“Please, no more”.  Protect me in this desert land

Called Cancer –

I believe that I hear the Black Crows calling outside my window.

It is a myth that they bring death, I close my ears to the sounds

Of the Ravens.  Birds or Beast, they break the confines of my soul

And I know they too will be gone soon.  I have wheeled myself

In front of my terror, depressing, frightening, evil. 

Protect me in this desert land called Cancer –

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