Cancer
How do you comfort the unknown?
Is it some form of diabolic presence
or fate?
What are we destined for
and to suffer through?
Isn't agony enough?
Isn't fate rainbows, butterflies and happy thoughts?
Think again, darling.
The world is strenuous,
problematic
and troublesome
a series of a thousand empty promises
a cure for something devastating.
I can't fathom.
I can't comprehend
or see this crucial lesson
how and why,
why and how
do emotions lead to suffering,
an arbitrary solution-
How does one believe in destiny
when it destructs
and leaves you wondering why
Copyright © Sarah Casey | Year Posted 2018
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