An Uncurable Disease
Some of their breast must
be removed....hoping cancer
won't return to haunt;
chemotherapy and pills for pain,
will a breast implant look real?
It's incurable
as Aids, if not caught early;
yes, death may occur...
tearing visitors apart
who can do nothing to help.
The patients suffer
silently seeking comfort;
offer them more than
consolation by squeezing
their cold hand before they die.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2012
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