Recent Thoughts and OccurrencesA Poem by Brad PI apologize to my friends, my few fans, and fellow writers for not being around for a while. A lot has been going on in my life, and this poem will explain some of it. Please leave feedback.This was written at different times throughout the past month, and put together into one poem. It begins 4 weeks ago... Just left the doctor for the blood that I've been coughing up, probably stress-- I write too much, but I don't talk enough, Maybe because I hold it all in and never cry, that I have to come back for blood work and an MRI, For all I never did or tried, I'm starting to feel regret, And it seems the more that I reflect on life the worse it gets, And I know it's not healthy to live in the past, But if I don't vent my stress, I give in and once again begin living fast, Now I don't know who I'm supposed to be, nobody close to me and lost the girl who means the most to me, Supposedly things change-- I'm hoping for the better, Because if s**t get's worse I don't think I can hold it together, The weather's sunny but there's a black cloud hanging over me, And her smile's the only thing that ever seemed to sober me, I remember how we used to lie in bed and talk for days, These memories make it so hard to pack and walk away, I thought I'd stay-- Maybe she'd change her mind, Now even if she did, well, I've changed mine, I'll change with time and grow, that's a guarantee, But it's too late for us to grow together apparently, The savagery of this sickness, which she had witnessed, Has forced my life backward, now everything is twisted, Same for my family-- I just wanted to make her proud, But all I ever seem to do is let them down, Now if I stuck around I wonder what would change, Would s**t get better, worse, or just stay the same? So much pain in the weeks since I found out the cells are precancerous, Can't say I'm surprised-- Since age five I'd been smoking cancer sticks, It crossed my mind to slash my wrists, But I figured s**t couldn't get worse-- Now I'm not so sure after this, And even though it was expected, the words still stung, when the doctor told me about the cancer build up in my lung, Now I wait, so impatient with urgency, To get the word if I'll need chemo or surgery, So much has happened these past weeks it feels like a lifetime, Now I wonder if I already used up all my lifelines, I try to act like life's fine when it's anything but, My whole world is crashing down and everything sucks, I try to take advice and just live in the day, But it seems like every second so many different thoughts get in the way, I keep it all bottled, didn't listen to K, I didn't tell anyone else and I pray I don't give it away, I feel so alone, I didn't tell my family, I know I'm being stubborn, but it's just the man in me, I understand that we only get one life, I wasted mine away, Spent so much time with Drugs, crime and prison, I can barely tell the time of day, Now I write these words, thinking absurd thoughts as the sun sets, Really, how fucked up can one life get? © 2016 Brad PReviews
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3 Reviews Added on April 2, 2016 Last Updated on April 3, 2016 AuthorBrad PFARMINGDALE, NYAboutWriter of poetry and fiction, aspiring author of fiction. I am an avid reader, preferably fiction. I am one of those people that if asked my favorite author, my response is, "Can I give you my top fiv.. more..Writing
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