Cancer
The word Cancer rolls off her tongue.
I feel the cold chill somewhere in my middle,
My brain fills with the sound of horses running.
How can that be? It isn't horses at all. It is my heart.
Beating with fear.
She sits there so smug it seems.
I want to erase her and start over
But I can't.
She has a smirk on her face, this woman of medicine.
Why is she lying to me?
Is it a cruel joke?
She doesn't realize what she's doing.
Taking my dreams with her words of woe.
A life lost in three words, 'you have cancer'
This can't be. I need more. I need a different doctor. Maybe a man would be better.
A man can't break my life.
I feel the cold chill somewhere in my middle,
My brain fills with the sound of horses running.
How can that be? It isn't horses at all. It is my heart.
Beating with fear.
She sits there so smug it seems.
I want to erase her and start over
But I can't.
She has a smirk on her face, this woman of medicine.
Why is she lying to me?
Is it a cruel joke?
She doesn't realize what she's doing.
Taking my dreams with her words of woe.
A life lost in three words, 'you have cancer'
This can't be. I need more. I need a different doctor. Maybe a man would be better.
A man can't break my life.
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