Death That Comes In Many Ways
Doctors That Try To Kill It With Their Rays
Sometimes Is Creeps Up Fast
Sometimes It Doesn’t Really Last
Sometimes It Comes Up Slow
No Matter How It Comes, It Always Seems To Grow
This Little Thing Causes So Much Pain
It Takes You Away, Once You Think You’ve Started To Gain
It Makes You Hurt, Cry, And Skinny
To Think That There Are So Many
Lungs, Mouth, Heart, And Brain
They All Make You Feel The Same
As If You’ve Been Ran Over By A Truck
Overall I Can Say, Cancers Truly Does Suck
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I would like to translate this poem
Very Good! ! ! I would like you to read my poem - 'Confessions Of Cancer' - it is written from cancer itself's view. Kate x