'cancer'
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I don't even have words. I feel a hollowness, a sadness that comes over me
like a wave. An ocean of grief in my body,
tidal motions running up and down my spine.
It’s too short
Don’t get hooked to flaws,
It’s too short
Stop loathing others,
It’s too short
Realise you might be on borrowed breaths,
1,140 kids
That’s how many different people I might see in the hallways in a year
But it’s the one I won’t see that makes a difference
1,140 kids
That’s how many different people I might see in the hallways in a year
But it’s the one I won’t see that makes a difference
If that tumor were a bullet I would’ve taken it for him.
If that tumor weren’t a part of him I’d wipe it away, throw it away, put a stamp on it And send it away.
But that would be too easy.
Cancer isn’t easy.
Oh Allah please hear my plea,
The silent killer has infested me.
Under the radar and set free
To go out with glee on a damage spree.
No cure yet widely known,
Street lamps
and the last train speeding through
ringing its arupt and startling bell
"clear the way" it says to an empty road
The night is dead
Dear Cancer,
You’ve made me grieve
You still make me cry
I’ve shed tears into my pillow at night till’ my eyes were puffy and burnt out
Dear tio flako,
Why is life so cruel? Porque estas perdido.
Why do we have to accept what is given? its such a druel.
Why do we appreciate the little things? Its not like its driven.
Dear Dad,
Diagnosed.
I am hurting. I do cry.
I am embarrassed, I don’t feel normal.
I want to feel normal.
Dear Grandpa,
I remember your voice
Comforting and clear
The last phone call
Sing for Me I hear
