Cancer
I've known of a girl, young and brave
Not for long, yet it's etched clear an impression she left on.
Struck like a storm, came a cacodemon,
Strolling through her blood
Tormenting every cell it encountered.
Could never gauge the depth of her agony or extent of her cancer.
Therapy too left behind nasty scars
Her beauty taking a distinct cast
Something that gracefully she'd embraced
Behind her pretentious yet enchanting smile.
Whilst each spoke of unseen battles
Her tiny heart had to brawl,
Whimpered too, her beloved ones
As she lay there like a wilting flower,
Fatigued enough to live through the day and teary nights,
With crippled faith and lingering fear,
Certain to succumb, next day or other.
I fathom not, what's more painful?
To feel or to watch a beloved one writhe.
As I stand here,
With a heavy heart for those that surrendered
It matters not, who you are
A wife, a gran, a boy or a man.
A malady as filthy as this Is an exception to none.
With every beam, a shadow disappears
A day resumes, after darkest nights,
Every flame you endure,
Too shall pass if there's a cure.
Let us be wise enough to mind the clock
To ask for and also be a helping hand.
Invigorate those in need
And put them, the lost warriors gently into an endless sleep
Copyright © Deepthi Gowda | Year Posted 2025
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