Better amongst the best,
Was this my legacy or bait.
Gasping for breath at times,
Sighing in boredom at others.
For a cause I dribbled with ink,
My heart would tell my link.
Suffering from deep within,
I put pen to paper and made my point.
Breaking my hand,halting the view,
Giddy with fever yet feeble for few.
There were friends and family,
Encouraging and clasping me tight.
I knew my time would come,
Paper would change color upon lawn.
It would whisper perhaps to the grass,
The blood of my writer didn't gather moss.

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