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Cancer

October 2, 2015
By Dhaara BRONZE, Parsippany, New Jersey
Dhaara BRONZE, Parsippany, New Jersey
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Years ago he was cheerful
A healthy husband, very skillful
A father of five, a grandfather of four
Then I came and made him sore
When he found out about me his head was spinning
It made me feel good to know I was winning


Slowly, slowly, one by one
I took over and the pain begun
Infecting and injuring I make my way
Through the arteries that's where I stay
I grow, I grow, I grow and I kill, I kill, I kill
I'm a bunch of lean mean murder machines
It's not his fault, I was in his genes


The weakened blood goes fizz fizz
In a hospital bed that's where he is
Thump thump goes the exhausted heart
The doctors try to make me depart


His wife cries and his children plead
But I only make him scream and bleed
The doctors dive into me
And take a part with surgery
A million trials but I'm still here
Now there is no more cheer


The author's comments:

It is in the point of view from an illness. 


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