a body
is what holds
everything about usit is what allows us
to physically recognize
other peopleit does wondrous things
and lets us feel amazing
for the most partbut sometimes
a body grows ill
and kills the person that is withinthis woman that i've known
since i was little
her body is sickit is hurting her so badly
she is drifting away
and cannot even speakthey thought she beat it
the disease
but it came back to her unfortunatelyand seeing her in the
three letter room
the scary, bright, hospital called icuparalyzed all on the right side of her body
she's not okay
and i cannot do anything about itshe can't see what she ever wanted to
no Wish given to her
cutting off her life too earlytell me why this must happen
why she is unprotected
and why she, of all people, has no chance?it makes me so angry
that this woman that always made sure
i was never hungrydoes not get to live
fucking cancer
YOU ARE READING
Pained
PoetryBook #3 in the Drained series Love with a darkness within. (Rants included, along with my old collections from journals I've written in the past)