the rocking chair
fell off my rocker yesterday,couldn't hop one beat.
I didn't understand,
there was no movement in my feet.
the lungs collapsed
my hands were pale and shaking.
the disease had won once again
and made me feel uneasy.
in the bed I had to lay
youth had left the scene.
I fell asleep and dreamed a dream,
that i was running steadily.
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