emerson achari


Cancer


The demons inside
clutched me hard
Fear for my life i did
Fear for my soul, hid
Fear only fear
All else the demon made rid

For i had what i fear
Fear to tell my patients dear
Fear for any willing and not
to hear

I remember it well
my day
As i looked upon my office
filled with syringes and stethoscopes
The place where i lost all my hopes

Far too late
i found out
A time where i had nothing at all
My family long gone,
divorced

Ironic it was i thought
as i breathed my last
sigh of life
free from ill and strife
I was the one who treated others
but could not for myself at all

Pain ravaged me
no treatment ever worked
the symptoms, i recognized
but did not want to believe
alone in my bed i was
no family nearby
it saddened me to know no one cared...

Three years of life
my colleagues said
They were wrong

Submitted: Saturday, September 14, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013
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This poem i write to raise awareness
awareness for all those unnamed youth
awareness for all those unspoken many
awareness for all those who suffer
day in day out
For the many number who endure
endure from the in-treatable, unbearable
pains of cancer.

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