Count Down 1… 2… 3… 4

The Count Down has begun
1… 2… 3… 4
Humid warm air turned to chills
Down… from… be… fore

Not yet quite ill,
Just frail.

The poisons become a hope
White… pink… round… small
Turning back hastens the kill
De… lay… there… fore

Fear it will fail,
But still.

Desperate times in chasing days
Tick… tock… tick… tock
Tearful prayers blessed His Will
Make… it… all… stop

The wounds won’t heal.

I’ve seen.

I feel.

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