Cancer

This poem was written by a middle schooler. Please comment with kindness. I am only the teacher. Cancer My third eye would see a world without cancer Yes, there are worse things in the world, hunger and war But they all have an answer Not so much for cancer, which just takes and takes more War ends Cancer just tends To the fire of loneliness in a patient's heart The tart Sour taste of despair Skin that's much too fair Limbs to thin to bear Falling down A constant frown On the face that lacks positivity Because there is positively No hope No rope To grab on to My third eye would see a world without cancer Cancer gave me a new color scheme