Cancer (From The Moon To The Sun) Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

It's June. She crept in, just like a Cancer.
Birthday blues, but I got'sa a chance here
I'm trying to establish this sobriety thing
This run is the only one
Which cannot beome undone
But instead, it must be defeated, must be won.
The Runner's High, that chase has finished
It is a new race, as my cravings diminish
It's summer; it's bright,
I see all sorts of yellows
Still, some days I'm a mess,
Chasing for a certain mellow
I'm a drug addict; I keep repeating the lines
It seems like somebody else's lyrics;
Another rap God's confessional rhymes
But, the scariest feeling is
A prevalent fear which remains
I'm terrified I am running out of time!
I only have one watch,
One face to look at
I can't get away from my reflection
Can't pass go, but can't pass it off either,
No plastic surgery to achieve deflection
Need the sobriety climax,
The get-it-right erection
My personalities all voted;
I've decided I'm going to do it this time
Win this election.

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