Palliative care

The words so hard to digest

I just think of death

And what will I do with the rest

Of life I have left

Doesn’t always mean death

But it still hurts in the depth

Of my soul, can’t quite catch my breath

Like my lungs are compressed

The words keep playing, my brain obsessed

they’re hard to digest

As I previously confessed

But they won’t put me to rest

I have no bullet proof vest

But I still have dreams and wishes filled in my hope chest