The Disease


I don't know why you hate me, I'm part of you.

I can't live without you, so much so, that I live within you.

If you die, I die with you, as I am part of you.

With all that you provide, I grow, but yet you try to poison me.

I fight to survive your attacks, in the hopes that we will end this life together.

Without you, I'm nothing, I can't survive a moment apart.

I long for us to have our last moments together and end this fighting which causes you such pain.

  • Author: thughes3303 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 2nd, 2017 14:52
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is a poem written from cancer to its host.
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 28
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  • Goldfinch60

    Good write from a different stand point.

  • swingline

    A look at disease as I never contemplated before .

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