we never know when life’s about to change

within an old, white panelled room,
the destin sunlight streaming in,
she felt her still-young body ache
beneath her bronzed and tanning skin

she kissed the sleeping man beside,
his magazine across his chest;
then gingerly, she turned about
to try at last to get some rest

but pain’s no friend, and it brings fear;
and so no sleeping ever came;
in days, a panel she’d receive,
and life would never be
the same

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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