My Poetry. Fight Cancer Today.

I am swiftly coming now to claim you,
Your fragile life is entirely within my control.
I will make your existence a chronic misery,
And consume the very essence of your soul.

It is not simply about the consuming pain,
Or the deep, profound way you feel inside.
At times you will grasp fleeting, brilliant moments,
But relentlessly, you will depreciate and slide.

My force is utterly overwhelming and cold;
I am here solely to bring you crushing sadness.
The insidious affliction I have delivered to you
Is the ultimate, unforgiving madness.

The doctors will attempt to offer thin comfort,
The nurses will remain stoically at your side,
The days will be long, the nights unbearably longer—
I will methodically strip you of your pride.

The treatments will be gruelling and unforgiving;
They will consume all that your spirit desires,
From your appetite to the rapid loss of your weight—
The sheer, crushing worry will make you perspire.
You will soon turn to nothing but fragile skin and bone,
Mostly confined to the rigid frame of your bed.
The cold, sterile drips will be permanently attached,
To ensure the minimum fuel that keeps you fed.

As of this moment, no one can truly defeat me,
Unless the world discovers a miracle cure;
But until that day, I will continue to destroy humanity,
And your demise, I assure you, is certain and sure.

So ensure there are massive, limitless funds,
To research the way to make my reign go away.
Tackle this dreadful disease with brutal urgency,
And desperately pray for a single, brand new day.

LET’S FIGHT THIS AWFUL DISEASE BY MAKING SURE THE RESEARCH IS FUNDED.

© William Sinclair Manson 2025