Cancer
Death, sadness, tears.
All a natural part of life.
Anger, love, fears.
Why do they cause such strife?
Everyone knows these feelings, some better than others.
The wheelings and dealings sometimes really bother.
I'm amazed that some don't cry.
I just stare and gaze, tears filling my eyes.
Cancer is a fateful foe, and good doesn't always battle best.
Sometimes cancer leads to woe, a heavy weight placed on your chest
I'm suppose to be at peace knowing she feels no pain.
Her soul has been released, no more chains.
But this doesn't ease my restless soul.
I feel the breeze, but what was the goal?
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