It's the dreadful thing that came in my life.
Sitting on the white bed of hope and death
I looked into the eyes of the man's wife
As she lost her battle and her last breath.
The numbness inside of me spread like venom.
It was just God poisoning my body
Or was it just the work of the devil?
Sucking the life from me. Was he sorry?
It is the black demon living in you
Just slowly killing everything inside.
It was more worse than anything I knew
I did not know whether I lived or died.
It's deadly, something I cannot answer.
But we fight it because it is cancer.
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Cancer
PoetryFor a school project I need to write a strict poem, I have never written a poem, this is a new thing for me. This poem is about Cancer and the form I chose was a Sonnet.
