The Disease Poem by Corrine Andros

I can feel myself becomming weak,
As my heart fails,
My voice is not loud, but finally meek,
As my train of thought unrails.
My family crys beside my bed,
But my father just stairs,
The ache I now feel in my head,
Is made worse when I think about losing all my hairs,
The pain inside is really swelling,
As I watch myself die,
And the doctor says there's no way of telling,
When I will see heaven's sky.
While I lay here unmoving,
I see my mother's eyes,
They're so hurt, but so loving,
Clouded by the white lies.
They try to tell me that I'll live,
My brother's life,
He said he'd give,
But this I know is the end of my strife,
No matter what they say,
'Cause as I lay here dying,
I think of everyday,
And I just keep on smiling,
When the pain lets me,
I know where I'm going,
Please, let me be.