Spreading Sickness


Pill bottles spread out across the floor

Bagged and marked, four hours more

Anxiety, Nausea, the list goes on

Moments of personality quickly gone


Infection spreads when treatment fails,

A doctor looks, but cannot help

The mounting costs we cannot pay

Empty words…we’ll be okay


New bills sit on stacks of old

While clothes on racks remain unsold

The sympathy cards that fill the shelf

As if “I’m sorry” could really help


Because Cancer does as Cancer wants

It kills, it stays, it lives, it taunts

Your blue eyes close, since it survived

Just try to make it through tonight


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