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
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