The cancer creeps like a thief,
morphine whispers hollow promises,
my mother’s screams cut the night,
a chorus of agony, the pain,
finding its way through veins,
each breath a laborious defeat,
her eyes searching for relief,
a silent plea to unseen gods,
in the sterile room, shadows
dance to her stifled cries,
life ebbing in a cruel rhythm,
the finality of each moment,
a testament to fragile existence,
as we sit, helpless witnesses,
to her battle, her weary surrender.
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