Cancer

*note; though wrote in first person, this is for a friend of mine who died of Cancer.

I feel like the world has put up walls,
And I am sitting all alone in a room.
All sickening white, intimidating and tall,
The ‘purity’ seeming to loom.

The IV pumps in some sort of chemical,
As my dark hair collects on the pillow.
I’d rather be run over repeatedly by a vehicle,
Than to just sit her in silence and willow.

I can’t survive another battle of this,
I can’t keep the fight up alone.
Why do I continue to fight it?
I just can’t do it on my own.

I’m going to die, I really can’t avoid that.
And I think sadly upon all the years wasted,
All the years where I just wasted time and sat,
None of my true dreams ever sated.

Lying in the bed I am withering away,
My family has gone off because they can’t see me this way.
How I wish I could hear just one more person say,
That in the end, everything would eventually be okay.

I am going to die alone and my eyes slowly slide to darkness.
Then there is a warmth on my palm and my heart flutters.
His face is tear streaked, but he’s here to see me through this,
And I too begin to cry as I shudder.

A gentle squeeze of the fingers and I feel myself slip,
I am starting to fade, the chemo couldn’t save me.
He leans down and places one more kiss on my lip,
Reminding me I am not alone in death, and never will be.

Farewell my love, I’ll miss you so much,
But my suffering is done now so don’t cry okay?
In the afterlife I’ll always remember that last touch,
And I’m always with you, you know that anyway…