when they told me i was dying
i was left with just a few months
the illness inside me was growing
the healing cells in my body wouldn’t work
i was not prepared what my ears heard
i wanted to react, yet my face went blank
i drove back home, lied in my bed
my eyes open, i kept looking at the ceiling
i felt a little heaviness in me
i smiled to me ironically on the fact of dying
all of them know, they have to go
its much painful for me
for i know when
guess, am gonna die every moment now on
thinking it’s coming
till the time i die