Cheated by Death
When the chest pain comes
in the dark of the morning
you greet it with a sigh
that says, "At last."
A momentary hope as you
wait for it to blossom
from a simple ache into
the throb the will engulf all.
And when it dies away you lay
there trembling, knowing
that all there is is to
rise and face another day.
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