Cancer is the dirtiest word a family could hear,
Invading the flesh of a loved one inducing fear,
In the suffering soul and every friend and family member,
The devil induces a spark and fans it to an ember,
Then you are left to the mercy of medical professionals,
You pray to God each day and watch over them like sentinels,
The stress associated with this unfortunate predicament,
Makes me want to punch those espousing worries less imminent,
Perspectives shift as you contemplate dying,
All patience is lost for hypocrites and their lying,
All you can do is your best to help the afflicted,
Makes my troubles seem small although I'm addicted,
I predict a cure in the near future for this disease,
If only drug companies were well read in Ecclesiastes,
Maybe this malady would be a part of our past,
I only wish I knew how much longer this pain will last.
~ Farls Tokley
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Anxiety Society
PoetryIn this collection of poems I talk about depression, dealing with condescending people and society's attitudes in general. Writing creates the catharsis I need in dealing with these woes. Oh woe's me, no one reads my poetry, should I give up throw a...
