I waited on that cold doctors table for what seemed like decades.
I looked to the clock to only see ten minutes had passed.
I sighed, held my breath, listening to the passing footsteps.
"Any minute now." I chanted in my mind.
Life wasn't mine to have and cherish anymore ..
Life wasn't in my control.
This sickness had gotten worse and I wasn't me anymore.
It's not fair, really.
How you are brought into this world, only to be taken out.
The air I breathe is killing me, so why breathe ?
I don't understand.
Shoes squeeked to a stop at the door.
I cut my breathing.
Was the doorknob turning?
I can't be sure.
I need to breathe, I need to get out of here.
I hop off the table as the man in white walks in.
"I'm sorry Taylor." The world stops.
"The cancer has taken over, and theres nothing we can do."
Life has taken its toll,
Nothing I do will change the future.
My future is given to another waiting soul.
It's my turn.
