Remembering is Cancer
White robed skeleton
They had to lift you -
three or four at most
How did it feel
to be so powerless?
You could barely speak
and I forgot the words
How does it feel
to only wait
to only wait
aware of your fate
Hospital beds
don't belong in houses
They belong in hospitals
We became doctors
when doctors could do no more
Young enough to just watch
and I forgot the words
Remembering is to be put off
until it kills you
Like that demon, cancer
Remembering is my cancer
I will walk down
a thousand blue hallways
just to forget again
This poem is about:
My family