Dear Cancer

Hidden

Thieves are terrible. A step away from the life of an assassin. The path, so bright that anyone can see the outcome. Testing the few who fight to survive.
You're a thief. With no consideration for the brightness in an eye, you shut them down with a silent goodbye.
You give them time, give them a chance to fight. To win. Then you take all of the hope, and just toss it in the bin.
I get it. They fell vulnerable to your strength. They thought "No way, not me". And just like that, the slap of reality.
You stick around for the tears. You feed on the fears. You drive and steer. No hope left. Not even in beer.
You tease a short goodbye. You mock the unwanted "Hi". With not once going away when they scream "Why?!" You settle down on the cry.
You are hated by alot. Disappointed by a few. Cursed with a sin. There's no pity for you.
Take. Waste. Gather. Pry. We still wonder why. Give me back my fallen. Stand them back up. Take the stairs down. Still we are callin.
No more taking. No more fighting.
Give us back...the eyes of sighting.
Thievery is your strategy. Yet strength is ours.
Stand in the way. Host all you want...just know...we will break your bars.

  • Author: Hidden Poet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 12th, 2019 12:06
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 12
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  • dusk arising

    I'm suffering the effects of chemotherapy at the moment and being very positive that i will be one of the lucky ones with the outcome.

    Having already lost my brother to this thief i really take to heart you piece today.

    • Hidden

      Losing my Grandmother was tough. As young as I am,tears in my eyes, I had to stand up.
      I hope this piece was positive. We need those steps in a strong direction.

      • dusk arising

        Death is as much a part of our lives as is birth. Those two are our only two certainties. I sympathise with you and your terrible loss sincerely.

        I hope this fine lady had a good life and showed to you admirable properties of her character, wisdom and years that you may carry forth and talk of with your grandchildren when they come along.

      • Christina8

        I too had the misfortune of dealing with the thief when I lost my mother to pancreatic cancer. F@*k cancer! Thank you for sharing this brave and courageous piece with us today!



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