I move without being able to walk,
I see without being able to percieve,
I dream without being able to think,
What have I gotten myself into?
Is this a world where I have to live?
I smile without it being real,
I pretend to act like I'm normal,
But they know, you know and I know,
I'll never be the same ever again.
I wait for my soul to fly,
No matter how strong I think I am,
At the end of the day, I fall apart like sand
How long will I have to live like this?
Is it forever or is it short lived?
I can't say I feel week,
I can't say I'm done with life,
For in turn, I'll be hurting,
My loved ones who hope for my life.
How can I ask them to stop hoping?
To say that this has to come to an end?
For at the end, I'll be more happy.
At the end, I won't remember the pain.
At the end, I'll let my soul free.
And; at the end, I will stop hurting everybody.
How can I ask them to believe me?
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Hey guys! I wrote this poem from the perspective of a person suffering from cancer. Please pray for the strong souls who fight for their life day and night.
Do comment and vote if you like the poem! :-)
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Voice Of The Heart
PoetryThe place that I live, is inside my head. And the only place apart from that, is in a piece of paper. There's no in-between. | I think, you feel. I I write, you imagine. I I bleed, you heal.
