Cancer

This is a poem I wrote one day when I was feeling particularly angry towards cancer. I was inspired to write this from my anger. My friend was going through a close experience with cancer, and my heart went out to her. I also have had close contact with cancer, so her pain hit home with me. I hope you'll read it. I think sometimes something so hard to hear must be heard.

CANCER

Creeping,

Crawling,

Spreading.


It roots itself

a tiny cell

that turns into

a million.


In the hospital

treated by chemo

it doesn't go away.


It stays there

killing you

slowly.


And soon

its too much.


your body can't-

won't-

"just survive."


something

anything

help.