I never planned on being an organ donor whilst I were still of the
'inhaling variety', but you exiled my heart so far from it's
pre-intended destination.
It appears my trepidation to commit in the beginning held weight,
i now sit here 2 & a quarter pounds shy of my most vital necessity.
The physical effects are taking their toll, a pair of salt culverts now
scorch a relentless river down my face,
and into a forever of ' never again.'
My days have lost their name's, they all answer to the same drum..
" please god, help me get through this day."
I now exist, not un-like an unborn child with foetal posture,
yet with a sickening irony of not awaiting life, rather seeking death.

 

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