When I see him with vacant eyes,
I wonder where his heart truly lies.
I know his sick,
and leaving quick.
But every time i see him,
my heart skips a beat.
I can see him now,
dead yet alive,
both at the same time.
His memories gone,
left only pain.
And tears,
he can't quite make,
beggin for it to end.
Can't close his right eye,
or move his mouth.
So there's no response to my hi's,
no matter how hard I try.
He just can't hear me,
let alone see me.
Worst every day,
Where's the mercy there?
I just can't see it,
can't understand.
Why you keep him suffering like that?
He's suffered enought,
please cut him some slack.
Let his soul,
rest at last,
and take to the sky.
He deserves the honor,
after all he's been a warrior.
But the cancer got his way,
and it's eating him away.
Slow and painfull death,
truly a horrible faith.
Left only an empty shell,
and the cold kiss of death,
that everyone fears,
yet can't escape.
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Dead yet Alive
PoetryThis is a poem about death. The death that comes from Cancer. It is dedicated to my grandfather, he passed away due to an advance skin cáncer. Why did he have cáncer? For working long hours under the sun since he was youn so that he could support h...