This Beast Poem by Chanyn Fuller

I hate sitting here watching this monster eat away at her. I wished so many times that I could just cure her and make everything better. She looks weaker everyday and it pains not only her. Everyday I see the pained eyes of my father. He must only sit and watch as her frail body lays almost motionless.
She forces movement to try and show she’s still here but we don’t know how long that it will last. Maybe it wont last long. We pray for her health and happiness but never see any improvement. I just think about her. Nothing else. Always going through possibilities and some outcomes make me breakdown. I wish this beast would leave my poor mother alone