Cancer

by Krete   Jun 12, 2005


Cancer doesn't care,
whether fit or sad.
It doesn't have regard,
for life or if your mad.

People cannot tell,
the wound bared inside,
growth so uncertain,
its ripping holes too wide.

Tears unfold no story,
they don't tell the tale.
The broken mirrored reflection,
this torment deep from hell.

No one sees it growing,
they don't feel the drip,
a dissatisfying snippet,
of what will not exist.

Life isn't happy,
it doesn't start out bliss.
in fact its so sappy,
that I will no longer wish.

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  • 18 years ago

    by EpithetPoet

    I sometimes wished that i could be the one who would take the cancer instead of the various children who actually valued their own lives. Life just is never fair i suppose.
    Much love,
    -A

  • 18 years ago

    by Gracie Jo

    Aww. :( I totally get this poem. My grandmother has cancer. It really stinks, but I know God will take care of her. It's nice to read a poem from you again! ;-) Take care!

  • 18 years ago

    by Saravana Kumar S

    Beautifully written....Infact,it touched me a lot...Great poem...take care and keep writing...FIVE>>>

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