I was walking that day and I saw that little girl.
Beautiful. Happy. Smiling, totally perfection but how could I know?
How could I notice? She was dying? And all I could say was why?
Why does cancer exist? Why does it take a little girls life
How can something consume you from inside so suddenly?
From your bones to the bloodstream flowing through your body
That dark- satanic monster lurking in the darkness waiting for its next victim
But why are they younger each time, killing faster and more satisfactory
Life is full of surprises but your life ending
in less then a month is something more than tragic
“Hold my hand and don’t let go” she said I replied with a fast not-really-thinking
“Yes”, yes that at that moment I was her hope, the light through a dark tunnel
The last sweet strawberry she’ll be biting before the winter came
The last sunset on the sky she was seeing before the night swallowed it once again
And I gripped her hand
Not to tight or to loose, just enough to let her know I was there
For a second I could feel every muscle in her body stopping
& I glance at her motionless, resting, last gasping body
I couldn’t respond but I knew that she was gone
The beautiful awaken princess is finally asleep
And my tears are falling with fast past memory-flashes
It felt like an eternity until the nurses came in and confirmed that she was gone
But why don’t they tell me something that I don’t already know
Another angel is rising to the skies above
Because there is still not a cure, from the monster lurking within
But my question is how many more precious little souls have to die
For us to find the anecdote to save them from the monster under their skin