A Dying Cell Poem by Joshua Hillard

It's so hard with these secrets,
This turning of events,
Forgive me for who I am,
As these sins I must repent,

Burdened by a heart so young,
Seeing all that's been in store,
For every single one of us,
Mine has finally become no more,

Apologies don't exist for me,
Only the pain that I must ingest,
Watch it build within my heart,
Change my soul through sheer oppressed,

After all these years, none has escaped,
A tumor growing, ready for eruption,
My mind blanketed all the screams,
As my heart fed its slow destruction,

As time ticks away, I as well,
For I cannot count each cell that grows,
I know one is from words they speak,
An action set back, for this you chose,

It takes more than a steady soul,
To look into the heart of a dying man,
And see the visions of love and death,
A person, you can never understand,

Every tear I shed, is an ounce of pain,
For my heart must release every dying cell,
But a cancer in the heart, built from pain..
An unbearable feeling I can never tell,

Please look deeply, find what I mean,
Control the words to fight them off,
Do not push them past their peak,
Because you never know when they've had enough...