Three Days

“Three days?
Merely three?”
Burst of salty
shimmering tears
upon my red face,
excruciating pain
within my chest,
as I hear
those unpleasant words,
“You have three days left
 in which to live.”

My very first non-rhyming poem ever in my life.

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Stand upright, speak thy thoughts, declare The truth thou hast, that all may share; Be bold, proclaim it everywhere: They only live who dare. -Voltaire

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