Tumor

A cancer courses through us
always

We try to hide
burrow away
But it finds us
Always

I hate to see all the smiles
Filled with tubes
Now turning pale

They hold out they little hands
Begging for something to save
With wide eyes
They say WHY ME?
Always

In some form or another
They must be going crazy inside
Just waiting
To live
Or die

I remember
So much family going through this
So many nights unsure, crying
Always hoping for the right call

I hate the thoughts
So many taken by cancer in some way
Left inside the battle
Filled with so many people
But inside so alone
Just waiting

Always