Note: This poem was originally posted on my Patreon account on August 31st of 2018. I am currently posting a new poem to my patreon account each day for patron exclusive reading and on this blog one week later for public viewing. If you’d like to see these poems when they are first put up then please consider pledging to my patreon page.
It is raining cancer in the sky.
Fleshy tumors drain out my insides.
I just spilled my guts, my flesh and blood.
Now I’m returning to a land where I once was.
A time most sacred, yet left forgotten.
A place since decrepit, and the fields left rotten.
The birthplace of my youth now nothing but rubble.
My prior self cries out for help, but no one seeks the trouble.
We are but one, two halves of one whole.
My past and my present, what was foretold.
The future draws near, but is still far away.
Dawn now draws near, the start of a new day.
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