Cancer

It’s an iv drip
slowly entering and
infecting your body.
It is a black hole,
slowly growing and
taking everything
in its path.
The Grim Reaper
Slowly torturing
You before he
takes over
your soul.
It’s like you
Slowly peeling
wings and legs
of a fly as
it screams in pain.
It shows up
as slow as
spring after
a long winter.
With pain as
Sharp as a needle
And as loud as
The midnight tower (Midnight hour? Suggestions)
The longest day
Of your life,
Dark and painful,
day after day,
Again and again.
It kills you in a
A single second,
after bearing its pain
For so long. The final second
You know it’s done.
The death and the
relief it gives is like an
oasis in the middle
of a desert to a
dehydrated,
wandering soul.