Cancer
My heart is black
Covered in dust, untouched
Smothered in ash
From pain that burns my soul
It’s hard to breathe
With lungs so oxygen deprived
My chest rises
Unable to grasp for air
I feel so weak
I can’t break my own fall
I beg for air
To soothe my lungs again
One breath means life
To further my tired soul
In order to beat
This monster inside me
I smoke once more
Because it soothes my pain
Nothing else works
I know I will die soon
My mind is weary
I’ve lost all my control
Death is coming
I’ve only time to prepare
I sit and wait
Smoke rings surrounding me
Pain increases
But I continue on
I keep on smoking
Until my lungs give in
One last sorry breath
Before I die a tragic death
My heart beats again
But only for the last time
I feel it with my hand
Until I fall to the ground
Regretting that last smoke
I watch the rings flow about
Lying there helpless
Until I close my eyes forever
The monster took control
It beat me at its game
I lost in withdrawal
My soul’s now its to claim
Lucky for me
I no longer suffer the pain
I’m a free soul
With no body to taint
I stare down at my body
I hate that I didn’t win
Smacking away a smoke ring
Drifting in the wind
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