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Breaking From Cancer
She spoke
Out of her mouth, the words did flow
So hallow
Her voice could not betray
All I heard was decay
In here eyes, tears started to rise
They perched at her lashes
On the brink
Threatening to take the leap
To cascade down her cheeks
Leaving behind watery streaks of disbelief
She was breathing
Her body warm, circulating blood normally
Her hands were trembling
I cupped my own hands around hers, trying to be strong
I held them tight, warding off my own thoughts
She was here, right beside me
She was only here physically
I searched her eyes
I prayed to a God I don't even know if I believe in
Begging, please don't do this
Don't take her soul for you to keep
I could not detect any life behind her hazel eyes
Her soul was long gone, origin unknown
I could hardly speak
Afraid she would hear the creak of fear seep from my voice
The only thing I could manage to utter, in a tiny whisper
I won't let you die alone
I love you, Mother.
©2013 Miss Morbid
Out of her mouth, the words did flow
So hallow
Her voice could not betray
All I heard was decay
In here eyes, tears started to rise
They perched at her lashes
On the brink
Threatening to take the leap
To cascade down her cheeks
Leaving behind watery streaks of disbelief
She was breathing
Her body warm, circulating blood normally
Her hands were trembling
I cupped my own hands around hers, trying to be strong
I held them tight, warding off my own thoughts
She was here, right beside me
She was only here physically
I searched her eyes
I prayed to a God I don't even know if I believe in
Begging, please don't do this
Don't take her soul for you to keep
I could not detect any life behind her hazel eyes
Her soul was long gone, origin unknown
I could hardly speak
Afraid she would hear the creak of fear seep from my voice
The only thing I could manage to utter, in a tiny whisper
I won't let you die alone
I love you, Mother.
©2013 Miss Morbid
Published 12th Mar 2013
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12th Mar 2013 5:14am
I actually like this. It's deep yet calm in a catching your breath kind of way.
12th Mar 2013 5:31am
Im sorry . Cancer is a motherfucker , i watched my mothers best friend pass away cause of it , quick too . Once it spreads its over . But i like the poem ,very graphic . Good write .
12th Mar 2013 10:00am
Thank you. My Mom is surprisingly doing way better than what was expected medically. But you know, she lost some fight for a long time. And yes, Cancer is a mother fucker!
12th Mar 2013 1:09pm
