How long is the end?
I screamed aloud, struck dumb by diagnosis,
My tears could flood seven hundred oceans.
The doctor spoke bleakly of prognosis,
His face lay bare, devoid of all emotions.
Now anguish walks with glee where dreams once befriend,
Hope and happiness slip out of easy reach.
In their stead, despair and melancholy trend,
The heartbreaking news clings to me like a leech.
Cancer crept in as a cruel Greek gift.
My days grow forlorn, my strength remains hollow.
It seems from my life, my soul drifts far adrift,
And now in my sadness, my foes all wallow.
To live or to die, my spirit must contend,
Yet longevity is what my heart aspires.
On God, my life’s best choices still depend,
Yet cheery news is all my soul desires.
Though death looms close, my soul refuses to bend,
Capsules and tablets now govern my sorrow.
From heart to mind, the fleets of my fears extend,
Yet faith lights the path I’ve chosen to follow.
My hair is gone, my body bare and bowed.
How far away is this end to my torments?
What weight of sorrow can my soul allow?
A flurry of doubts this bleak news presents.
How long, I wonder, is the wait for the end?
Fangs of fatigue dig deep into my worries.
No rays nor tablets can make an amend,
As cancer cells dance gleefully in flurries.
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