hold
Cancer
I
Hate
Cancer.
Its hand creep and crawl
like warped vines.
Its touch tarnishes and taints
like nails on a chalkboard.
Vile like stomach bile,
Its hold on another one
of those I love.
Is there anything
it won’t take?
Cancer’s game is destruction.
Barbed wire around organs
constricted and stabbed
for working.
Lungs riddled with it.
Every breath a growing burn.
I yearn to ease his pain
and pray peace
finds him in sleep.
Restless (A Dizain Poem + Update)
Strength
And I would ask to die,
If only I knew
I wouldn’t be leaving you behind.
You’re the beat of my heart
My light in the dark
And the words you speak, so kind.
You’ve kept me up
When I would fall
And held my hand
When I wish to stall.
I hold you back
Yet you love me still.
I mar our lives
Yet you march us uphill.
Your quiet spirit
Pushes me forward
Though I struggle to see
Our future, it’s blurred.
I wish to die
To unburden you.
To let you live a life
You chose for yourself.
Instead, here I am
Filling our lives with strife.
You’ve kept us together
Keeping us strong
Taunting our demons
Inside us all along.
You’ve shielded me
And lifted the sword
But this battle is ours
Not just yours.
I will fight beside you
As I should’ve from the start.
Shake off this weakness
And finally take part.
Forever and Always
I vowed to you.
Thank you, my love.