Cancer Poem by Adam Bateman

Doctors face pale, told a lie,
thing inside consuming all,
feeling fine, await recall.
Before long, signs jump out,
energy leaks from last chance,
evil inside, starts last dance.

Without windows, dark as night,
the rotten cell takes my soul,
rapes my mind, eats me whole.
Turning black, piece by piece,
losing function as i breath,
continue on, until i leave.

Taken out on a trip, only inside,
path that leads upon the hell,
what waits at end, i can not tell.
Asking for peace, receiving none,
hoping for a mistake corrected,
seeing my tomb, slowly erected.

In the morning, I am away,
and i wish i can't remember,
autumn of life, turns to December.