The Cancer

I wrote this when I was in fifth grade. It's not great, but it's always been my favourite of my poems. It's from the point of view of someone on their death bed, in the hospital, waiting for the one they love to arrive, and say their goodbyes.

I lie in the light,

Wonder what will happen tonight.

Well, the disease I will fight.

If I die tonight, please do not cry.

Because everyone dies from something.

 

You hear the buzz,

Alive I was.

Now I've died, but please don't cry.

Because everyone dies from something.

 

To pass, I had waited.

You came, so I faded.

 

The cancer took my life,

Raised the knife.

I have died,

But please don't cry.

Because everyone dies from something.

 

Author's Note

This poem has changed so much since I wrote it. It used to take up a whole page (front and back) in my composition book, and now it barely takes up on page in my tiny little journal. xP

It's better now, though, I'm convinced.

Reviews

[Variant]

This sounds like song lyrics, and it's really well made.

[Kiya]

Wow... you say you were eleven when you wrote this? Just one tiny (and I mean tiny) correction:

Well, the diseas(e) I fight

The e is supposed to be there, but isn't. My grandfather died from cancer in 2006, so this really hit home. Thanks so much for sharing. :)