Cancer

October 15, 2012
By Supercockroach SILVER, San Antonio, Texas
Supercockroach SILVER, San Antonio, Texas
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Don’t wake me when I’m soggy
And when poison fills my veins
Not when I’m already dead
And tumors eat my brains

Don’t wake me when I’m bleeding
And I spit and hack up blood
And not when I am sleeping
My heart is filled with mud

Don’t wake me when I’m shedding
And I start to lose my hair
Don’t think that you can raise the dead
Cause I’m already there

Don’t wake me when I’m sickly
And my skin starts to turn green
If I had eyes I’d see that
If I had lungs I’d scream

Don’t wake me for the morning
Don’t wake me for the midday
Don’t wake me for the horrors
Don’t wake me till I’m gone


The author's comments:
My name is Travis. I am a senior at Keystone School. I love writing novels and poems, but I also enjoy engineering and acting. This piece wasn't written for someone I knew with cancer. I won't deny, it offers a very bleak view of the disease. What I did here was try to capture what someone with terminal cancer might be feeling

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