Paradise Peril

Probably I'll die, and probably I won't.

Preferably I'll live,

Probably... -yet

patiently, my parents pace.

Pound of painkillers,

Painful peace,

Pieces are all that are left of me.

Parables, all my life has been,

Page after page;

Periodic breaks;

Pitiless awakenings agonize.

Pins and prickles tingle, sorry, torture.

Patient number double-O-seven;

Pampered life style.

Paltering day after day, words now powerless, weightless.

Phenomenally, I persevere;

Pushing past the day,

Pulling, through the night.

Poetic, the sick kid;

Polished,

Practiced,

Performed,

Perfected;

Publicized;

Paradise Peril.