Done For

I’m done for now. That’s it. I’m done
expecting it to work. It isn’t fun
how they insist I do it. Tell me why
they get the call on how I live or die.
No matter what, that choice is mine alone.

I know when I’ve been had. Those scans they run,
it’s just my luck what shows up in my bone?
How long? So soon? Chemo? Don’t even try.
                                       I’m done for!

At least beforehand you and I’d begun
a life they can’t control. No fears, love, none! —
When what gets done gets done to me, don’t cry
for me. I promise you, when it’s goodbye
for good, I’ll make sure you’re the only one
                                       I’m done for.


 
 

by Sara

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