Death is near.
Fighting off cancer,
can't fight any
longer. Medicine is
shot up into me every
day. Trying to send
the bad cells away.
Vomiting and getting
weaker in every way. I
know I am dieing
inside, can't hold
onto life any more.
People are praying
and hoping I wold
get better. Hair falling
into locks, and feeling
ugly about myself.
Hoping this would
be all over soon.
I shut my eyes,
knowing that I
won't wake up.
I see a bright
light towards the
doorway to heaven.
Knowing people
will miss me
in every way and
day. I know I
am cancer free
in heaven.
** this is one of my first poems that I have written
