By nikki
Date: 23 November 2000

Cancer

Benign lump though you are
still you ravage my being,
leaving a young mind
in a body too old
to be mine,
a soul too weary to go on.
You spread your sickness,
leaving a sticky trail
of agony,
     defeat,
          helplessness
in your wake.
You leave a chalky
feeling in my throat,
my tongue too twisted
to utter a sound,
eyes swollen, never
to lose the red.

Sometimes I wish
I could just cut out my heart.

NL 9/27/00