Eyes set on addiction;
intense and drawing close.
Searching for my answer;
fighting off this next dose.
This is my cancer...
Yearning for daylight;
when the calling drowns away.
Stay focused and don't move an inch;
my vision can be shielded one more day.
This is my cancer...
Night always falls;
and the wolves always howl.
Prescriptions and lessons;
can't feed the hunger that growls.
This is my cancer...
It's fierce and deadly;
and has no conscience.
It holds no sympathy;
only feeds on your sickness.
This is my cancer...
Weak I am not;
yet my pride does not bend.
First you must surrender;
becoming the equal of the evil you fend.
This is my cancer;
But only I can give into death.
Deja M. Still
Original
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
quite an array of words that form a perfect picture on exactly what you intended. i particluary liked these lines: 'my vision can be shielded one more day' and: 'Prescriptions and lessons; can't feed the hunger that growls' and this of course, stated so true to image: It's fierce and deadly; and has no conscience. It holds no sympathy; only feeds on your sickness.' Great piece of work Deja. gcs