My wanderlust has been taken,
Struggling to survive is all that remains.
To see a promising future awaken,
Is trapped, bound by sorrows chains.
The coincidence of my consequence lies in my disease
It often interrupts my daily ease.
All I am is unable to circumvent,
All I do now is search for life's compliments.
Forever cursed,
in an uncaring universe...
Like a haunting ghost, always there...
Looming, leering, bathing my despair.
When will I be free...
Of this life changing malady?
I was once jovial, positive, without worry...
Now I'm withdrawn, reclusive, seeking mercy.
When can I resume normal life,
Free of pain, free of strife.
These are the words I wish to share,
Of my journey with CML.
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Roger Scypion
"Fate rarely calls upon us at a moment of our choosing." Optimus Prime
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