Cancer
The cherry tree this spring
Has forgotten how to bloom
And strings of mind (frayed with the strain)
Have threatened snapping soon.
And when my talking eyes
Close shut and cannot speak,
My brittle bones and spider veins
Will start their hide and seek.
The crayons on our new faces
Have waxy melted deep,
But if I should die before I wake,
Do not wake me in my sleep.
When bayonets thrust forward
Contagious devils caught
Just send my letters to the grave
As I await Death’s somber knock.
Oh Cancer, I’ve become yours
It’s true I have succumbed,
But it’s not death I’m scared of
Because it’s life I’m hiding from.
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