William F Glennon
Mortality - Poem by William F Glennon
It comes from a place unknown.
Maybe an artery has blown.
Dropping to your knees you
slowly succumb to this disease.
I need to accept this and contemplate fate
as my blood coagulates.
Is there truly a solution that exists?
Who will guide me through this bullshit?
Life is in the hands of others today.
Maybe someone will show me how to pray.
Then I'll trust in God to help me find a way.
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