Sitting, day after day

In a cold boring room,

The light bulbs flicker away

And the air reeks of gloom.

 

The walls hold me tight,

They keep me in line,

Remind me night after night,

That I’m prisoner of time.

 

Weeks they said,

A month at the most,

Then I’d be dead,

Nothing but a ghost.

 

First to visit me was Fear,

He sat heavy on my chest,

Constantly grinding like a gear,

And never letting me rest.

 

Then came Envy and Fury

To wreak havoc on my soul.

They made my eyes blurry,

And accomplished their goal.

 

Time continues to run,

My limbs turn to lead,

My sentence is nearly done

And soon I'll be dead.

 

As death draws near

I cannot help but weep.

A second visit from Fear

Leaves me in a troubled sleep.

 

Dreams flood my mind,

They sting like a bee,

Showing me who I leave behind

Because cancer chose me.

 

As I sleep I hear echoes ringing,

Bringing back my past.

I hear pain singing,

It found a host at last.

 

And just as I’m about to crack,

Fear is tossed from my chest,

I get my breath back,

And learn I’ve been blessed.

 

I’ve lived a full life,

Done many blunders,

Survived trouble and strife,

And experienced frequent wonders.

 

My name’s in the air,

But I will always live on

Through all those who care

I’ll bring a new dawn.

 

Time releases its hold,

Guides me towards death,

And my story having been told,

I give my last breath.