on cancer

In the middle of the night, he wakes up to be sick.

It’s cold in the hospital room where he’s asleep.

The Grim Reaper is such a capricious man.

It’s a shame, fighting to live

living to fight.

“Sit in bed with me,”

says the man near the end

of his life.

There’s a chance that you’ll survive

but nobody gets out of life alive.

Fuck you, Cancer, with your death-grip

and your non-discriminatory tactics.

A middle-aged man in his hospital room

soggy and tired and counting every breath.

The cold has a face and She’s the face of Death.

The cold has a face and She’s a ghastly mess.

In the movies, things like this are glorified, romanticized,

and that’s not how it goes.

And to think that all of this started with a bloody nose.

Early in the morning, she loses her balance in the shower.

Nobody was there to hear her fall.

Cancer leaves the bruises in such arbitrary spots

they’re hard to see

but I loved her dearly, oh so dearly.

It’s warm underneath the blanket, at least.

“I don’t want to die,”

says a woman who can hardly speak.

The drugs make you delirious

and shamed.

Mortality, I suppose, is such a fickle thing.

No sense of control, no second chance, and that

can seem so dreadful.

The good die young,

the cruel survive,

and I refuse to be the first to say goodbye.

In the middle of the night, he wakes up to be sick.

It’s quiet in the hospital room where he’s asleep.

The Grim Reaper is such a sadistic woman.

What a shame, sleeping to death

dying to sleep.

“Don’t mourn for me,”

says the man with his uncovered head.

But fuck you, Cancer, you and your face of Fear.

There’s darkness here.

So the man draws a breath

and blows out a cloud of smoke

from the end of his pipe.

And the woman awakes and

prays to the Lord that she’ll

have everlasting life.

But the man doesn’t pray

today, today,

just wastes the days away.

When I became the Grim Reaper

I didn’t mean to stay.

Published by featherquills

i am a misfit and a wanderer, captivated by the mysteries of the universe and the secrets of humanity.

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