Take Me Poem by Isaak DeMaio

Let me consume their tragedies,
their capabilities overflow,
cancer shouldn't harmonize in life,
ninety-three nor sixteen years old.
 
I'll trade anything
to take what they have,
may misery possess me,  
to let Grandma cook again.
Give her strength to stand,
shall we never see her fall again.
Death is in everyone's fate,
but righteous hearts deserve
to stay warm and shed love.
 
Bargain my last teens years,
give them to Her to live her life,
I don't need them to enjoy,
a gift of relief, please come her way.
Years gone by, laying in a hospital bed,
knowing not life's experiences,
accustomed to the same four walls.
 
I'll inhale all this disease,
poison my body, leave me sane,
inhale these foggy clouds,
everyone see the stars shine bright,
I'll always believe in my dreams,
I know they'll never give up this fight.