Waiting Odessa
A widow waits for deathbut it delays once again
and again
and again
Like a random basking friend
She has an empty bag of patience
but keeps it filled with all kinds of pills
to battle the pangs of life
As it stubborly hangs around
hanging heavily off her useless body
Such as unbeatable factory of fluids
And she waits bitterly
and again
and again
Another day comes
For life is the haunting ghost
And death is the far fetched dream
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