Poems based on The Fault In Our stars, By John Gree

Sympathetic Death

Sympathetic death

“It’s okay”

 “You can let go, its okay”.

              I was staring death right in the face

And death was staring right back.

I couldn’t hear anything over my lungs screaming for air,

              Accept one thing…

          That I wish I never heard.

My mother was crying, “I won’t be a mum anymore.”

I couldn’t blame her.

She was floating in a sea of grief.

But it hurt,

             Pain demands to be felt.

Pain is a small child,

              Screaming and begging for attention.

The only thing worse than having cancer,  

Was having a kid with cancer.

As if an act of sympathy, death let me live that day.