Cancer I hate you.

 

This isn’t a poem

Maybe it is

Maybe its quiet words whispered in the ear 

Yet shouted out the loudest

of the one who needs to lave the room. 

Cancer I hate you. 

I have no alternative points of view.

Only… cancer I hate you.

I know your not a person.

But I still hate you.

Cancer, you are a medical terrorist.

You stand top of my list.

I know your just a twisted cell.

But cancer I damn you to Hell.

I hate that you take from us.

All that we love.

But you will never take from us

The fact that we love. 

I wish I could fight you with fists

I wish I could invade you,

Shoot you ten times

And change your regime.

But I can’t.

So I’ll fight you with love.

I’ll love everything you hurt.

Until one day

Which will come.

Someone will say…

We know how to kill it!

All of it!

Every twisted cell of it! 

And we’ll survive you, 

Because we’ll still have our love. 

And our pain.