I was given no chance of survival
I was gifted with a gift of hopelessness
And I was left reluctantly to wither away
At the hands of a dreaded illness
Whose dreadful prognostics
Has brought and left me at the corridor of death
Whose pinning pains and agony
Has tortured and mocked my soul
On an endless and countless phase
Of my days
Yet I refused to give up
Not for a second
So diligently I clenched and held firmly
To the anchors of hope and faith
Refusing to let go
For I havesurvived
And I have lived a life of bliss in hopelessness
And I havebloomedand blossomed
At thecorridor of death
Making me one of the strongest survivor
At the dreadful hands of my pinning illness
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