Only a feeling

I can smell it.
it surrounds me.
it has ambushed me.
i have no way out.
they can no longer help me.
there is nothing they can do,
they swear.
the stanch of dead smothers the air.
i can't breathe.
i can feel the killer.
its useless,
no point in caring.
the disease is eating my humanity,
and my life,
and my sanity,
all at once,
in one single bite.
they say ' we can only Hope '.
but i say-
hope is only a feeling....
.... and not the answer to my prayers.

p.s. i wrote this poem about some one i know having cancer.