Treasure Island

Neil Adams

(19/01/94 / Belfast)

Goodbye


I feel weak, I don't have much time
My life has changed from its usual rhyme
I wanted to do so many things
So many places thats left unseen

My kin has suspicion, I can see it in their eyes
They think they are hiding it, behind a disguise
It's obvious to me, that they need to know
But I cant help it, it ain't no show

They told me I had a few months left
And that I should go home and get some rest
But so much to do, I cant stop now
But only so much, my body will allow

Its getting worse, closer to the end
I sit and weep, I cannot mend
It hurts to think of the happy times
When I was free, there was no signs

No signs of cancer running through my veins
When I had time to remember all your names
So this is my chance to say goodbye
Now I must leave, it's time to die

Submitted: Saturday, March 03, 2012

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  • Neela Nath (3/26/2012 9:11:00 PM)

    Very painful experience for a guy who knows he has only few days in hand.It is vividly expressed through the lines.If there is slight ray of hope a person can fight. Sometimes, he wins.Nice (Report) Reply

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