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To Be Normal
By Rich Reith
Cancer ceased being frightening, finally.
Now it is just boring.
One more Judge Judy and I may just do myself in.
One way or the other, tumor wins.
More people piercing me.
The faces change
the needles stay the same.
Boring.
Days are so pedestrian now.
Predictability was always my ruination
now, it is my life.
Today I will be unable to sleep
Tomorrow I will be unable to wake up
Like every Thursday and Friday before
Like every one to come
Predictable.
Boring.
I want to get out and run.
The awful task of mowing the lawn
looks like heaven to me now.
Simple chores I used to loathe
suddenly take on a new hue.
Labor is normal
I crave normal.
Copyright © 2004 by Rich Reith. All rights reserved
By Rich Reith
Cancer ceased being frightening, finally.
Now it is just boring.
One more Judge Judy and I may just do myself in.
One way or the other, tumor wins.
More people piercing me.
The faces change
the needles stay the same.
Boring.
Days are so pedestrian now.
Predictability was always my ruination
now, it is my life.
Today I will be unable to sleep
Tomorrow I will be unable to wake up
Like every Thursday and Friday before
Like every one to come
Predictable.
Boring.
I want to get out and run.
The awful task of mowing the lawn
looks like heaven to me now.
Simple chores I used to loathe
suddenly take on a new hue.
Labor is normal
I crave normal.
Copyright © 2004 by Rich Reith. All rights reserved