What separates us from death
What allows some to remain healthy for 94 years
While some die at age 10
2 days ago
I admitted a 10 year old boy
By the name of Austin
Diagnosed with osteosarcomia of the knee
after the cancer
Had spread to the rest of his organs
Hard to say that life is fair
So many people waste their life
This boy will miss so much
He is the picture of innocence
Playing video games
Wanting to be normal
Trying to forget his disease
If you take a deep look however
He appears hallow
Like a body going through boyhood motions
Some say we are made up of souls
But the soul does not control the body
Perhaps Austin understands this fact
How devastating that must feel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem