Category : Poems

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I sit at the table with death, 
 The sound of the ambulance 
  Announces that I am late...

 I don't know if I will return home healthy, 
 My body is weakened and my heart
  Almost burst the veins and my heartbeat.

 My life falls into this abyss: 
 Of worries, problems, struggles. 
I sit at the table but I can't eat,
  My hands tremble looking for strength 
    To get up and go to the ambulance.