An Evil With No Cure

March 2, 2010
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She sits alone and quietly weeps,
for the father that has gone to his eternal sleep.
Nobody understands her despair,
for the sleep that she lost and the hours she cared.
Alone and tired she battled on,
children to look after,
she wasn't the only one.
Yet now it's all over into her shell she did creep,
Memories to treasure and happy times to keep.

Cancer is evil we all know this is true
But there isn't much you can do
People die and people cry
Family will always be there by your side
Look for the future and wish for the best
Never give up and fight with the rest

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Louis This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 12, 2010 at 12:20 pm
the first stanza is excellent and captivated me! your poem as a whole would make an excellent ballad too. i also like how you end on an optimistic tone! good job, and keep writing! hope you'll stop by my page!
dominicana said...
Mar. 11, 2010 at 7:32 pm
I really like this poem my mom had cancer once and she was able to survive but some people dont have that oppurtunity i think this poem gives a good message to keep on going
sharadyn said...
Mar. 10, 2010 at 8:12 pm
My aunt died not to long ago from cancer. This is very relateable as well as a well written poem. im new to this scene so please comment on mine. thank u
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