I will stop now
and make joy
out of these days
that are left to me.
I shall feel them,
each one,
not through the
numbing stupor
of fog, but through
the clear eyes
of that distant light.
CHEMOTHERAPY
Published inTwitter Poems
Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
I will stop now
and make joy
out of these days
that are left to me.
I shall feel them,
each one,
not through the
numbing stupor
of fog, but through
the clear eyes
of that distant light.