Cancer

by Jodie Phillips   Jan 26, 2008


You never would have known.
Attractive, energetic happy just like us.
Thats what you see.
Appearance masked its deadly grasp.
The unknown.
It's there. It's growing.
Invisible to us until we can feel it.
A headache, sickness, pain. Anything could be a sign.
In the end that sign could make you fine again.
No sign. Thats the worrying time.
By then its to late, its already set your fate.
Your body now riddled.
You can't eat, sleep.
To inhale, sit up sit down. It's to painful.
Now you are unable to move it's point is proved.
Your spirit now moved. Lifeless.
It's work is done.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Childofthecherry

    Very powerful i no so many people who have had cancer or died from it .
    great work xxx