Holding Back Tears

It's nine years in a row of continuous crisis lost in the wilderness of a dry Oasis on all long bones is the constant emphasis for a condition which began as Tuberculosis. The pain and discomfort, too much to bear she is too ready for the worst to worry and fear the weather smells nice but will mock and share neighbours always smile but absolutely don't care. The body fights just to prove it's a weaker host medications and herbs, wholly trusted to do the most yet, her days are numbered, she now communes with a ghost the traffic light turns red and Earth, no longer her post. For a forty year old, this shouldn't be the end I hold back the tears, I cannot pretend my Aunt's life, God, please extend all the Angels you have, oh Lord, gather and send. Counting in weeks, she may not have two more misfortune slowly acts on eventuality's rumour a silent killer eats, evident by a weaker femur a terrible relapse and this time, it's more than one tumour. 9th. August. 2021 This or That, Vol 5 Poetry Contest- Holding back Tears. Sponsored by Edward Ibeh. 4th Position