Cancer

This dark plague is creeping- Crawling, seeking, sleeking- Upon me it smothers my lungs, And though I wish for you to stay I must ask you to look away. Take my love and leave. Please, avert your eyes and do not see. Upon this bed I do lay gasping- Retching, yearning, dying- I am naked and bare, Flesh stretched over my bones. The darkness is coming, I can hear it moan. My child, do not weep for my departing, Know I am not leaving, I am simply making a new beginning. I cannot stall any long, The Reaper, he comes, Through him I hear succulent dreams, To which I must succumb. I won’t plead, deceive, it’s come to be. I feel as if I should say sorry, You’ve had to see me fade. But this is the end of my suffering, The end of this charade. I’ve been withering, I’ve wilted, And now I lay here breathless. My sickness is done slithering, I’m done trying, and here I greet the endless. My rapture has come, and now I leave you With nothing but my word: From wherever, wherever I soar, My pain is now cured. Do not weep, do not grieve, I am gone, Be happy.