Least Read Poems About Cancer

words
wordz circle in thermal helixes
like spiraling d n a
they drift and fall out of mind s sky
like the black ink buzzards they are
opportunistically scavenging themselves
and anything else
they can sink their insatiable
lettered teeth into
as an effectively therapeutic
survival strategy device
to pick my life journey s
dark roads of so many dashed  fallen hopes
withered dreams and injured feelings
all these countless roads and roadsides
filled with so many countless
forgotten and recalled
messy  lifeless...

Something happened eleven years ago that was sad.
After he battled Leukemia for many months, I lost Dad.
I thought he'd live longer but he died at the age of sixty-five.
He took chemotherapy for over 18 months but he could no longer survive.
When he died, I had to say goodbye.
I lost him in 2013 on the 13th of July.
Dad couldn't beat Leukemia even though he tried.
It was terrible because 11 years ago today, he died.