A million screams,
and a billion dreams,
Suspended by a thread for the crowd in the room,
Foreheads soaked,
as their minds all hoped,
Someone would come and lift the cloud of gloom.
From all extremes,
and everything in between,
Tears were running dry and eyes were sore,
As they sat in wait,
awaiting their fate,
wondering if their loved one was at heavens door.
Doctors rushed,
as the commotion hushed,
everyone anxiously awaiting their turn,
To walk right in,
and meet their kin,
Before their agony would spill out and burn.
And during this phase,
a few eyebrows were raised,
towards the sight at the end of the room,
A lady quite frail,
and a quiet young male,
laughing and smiling in the cauldron of doom.
Some of them wondered,
as the others thundered,
How could anyone smile in a place like this?
They found it unfair,
all of them there,
that those two people were happily in bliss.
So one of them walked,
and decided to talk,
wanting to vent all his rage in brief,
His patience broken,
as soon as he'd spoken,
"Are you two blind or just oblivious to grief?
Our loved ones are on a bed,
some already dead,
you think it's funny to sit here and grieve?
I don't want to fight,
but trust me I might,
so I beg you just stand up and leave."
The young boy smiled,
which drove the man wild,
as he waited for one of the two to explain,
Their lack of pity,
engaged his curiosity,
why couldn't they understand his pain?
Then the silence broke,
as the young boy spoke,
"Good sir, I would like you to meet my mother,
Cancer stage 5,
just barely alive,
so you're wrong that I can't understand pain of another.
For 2 long years,
I saw all of my fears,
come true and I could do nothing to keep
her pain away,
even just for a day,
so I would just sit down, hug her and weep.
But tell me good sir,
if you have an answer,
if there's any good in reminding her of her fate?
No I wouldn't let her,
even if she isn't getting better,
sit down and cry out the rest of her days.
Wouldn't you smile?
Take her away for a while?
Remember the good times in what are her worst?
Wouldn't you be proud?
That you never bowed?
And that before death you got to her first?
Your loved ones have a chance,
of waking from their trance,
but I sadly know what lies ahead for me,
So I would be glad,
if you don't make us sad,
and leave us to our laughter and just let us be."
As the man listened,
his eyes glistened,
as he went back to the corner where uncertainty loomed,
He looked at the fighter,
as his heart grew lighter,
hearing the the sound of their laughter echo in the room.
