Corruption of the Body Cancer

With shaking legs and trembling hands I hesitant to know if for me my time will soon be at hand Yes, the news is bad as I choke back a sob to bashful and silent I hear myself whisper "Why Me?" With needles that prick and poke and bags of poison that force my viens to retract in the chair I sit looking at others with faces of dispaire and eyes of hope The only colors we see are of our many scarfs we wear upon our heads in hiding the shame for the loss of our once beautiful hair At times we chat about our family and friends but to never speak of why we are there being the cancer we all share The effects of the treatment are so harsh and severe you now know death has made an introduction for your soul You continue to fight through the pain and sickness while crying in silence do I give up or should I continue to fight and hope For some the hope has ended with a bitter fight the battle now lost For others we still hope to win this fight and I continue to pray each and every night