Its Coming. . .

by Spoken Silence   Jun 17, 2008


I can hear it coming.
Its coming to get me.
Like it got everyone else in my family.
Its pounding on my door.
Saying it wants more.

There is no way to escape,
No cure or medicine can erase.
Different shapes and forms it can take.
I will unwillingly fight the stake

The grave plots fill in my family name.
There is a space for me,
Just one more left.
I am alone.
With no one to hold.
Its coming to get me,
For cancer will be the death of me.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    This a terrible disease and one that has taken too many good lives.
    This is a chilling write because it could happen to any of us!!

    Michael

  • 16 years ago

    by Andrew

    I really hope that this poem is not true. The poem kept taking my breath as i read along and finally came the bombshell. This is a very sad poem, very expressive and very touching. I touched me and keeps making me wonder why cancer ever set foot in this world. Great write though.

  • 16 years ago

    by Courageous Dreamer

    This gave me goosebumps. I'm so sorry to hear all the people in your family who have died from cancer. Just remember they are in a better place and don't have to fight the struggle of having cancer. It's not easy, that's for sure. This poem was touching for sure. I hope that someone finds a cure for cancer some day, it's terrible to hear all the people that die from it. I'm sorry again. My sympathy is with you. Great job hun. 5/5.

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