They say we will have good
days and bad days.

They claim palliative love is worthy,
and nothing to be feared.

They recommend radiotherapy,
to help keep the lights burning bright.

They promised that chemical injections
would crack the problem, deep inside.

They lied, as energy drained away
and spent more encouraging the growth.

They missed the whole point,
on which your fate was finely balanced.

They tell us everything can be fixed,
one day, after we have slipped away.

They cannot not stop us holding on,
to the last sunrise we share together.

They will only accept your mortality
the moment, your sun is snuffed out.


© Copyright 2013 Abigail Baker




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