Devil Disguised As Cancer Poem by Jesse Pickens

You try to lead a auspicious life,
Trying your best to mirror Christ,
Well done my faithful servant is the remark you want for your fight,
Church is your Paradise,
Everyone thinks you are swell,
You have the faith of a mustard seed like Jonah inside of the whale,
Suddenly out the blue rapid pains invade your body,
Oh Lord I trust in you,
My faith will never disembody,
Until one day you give in to pain and frantically need a answer,
The doctor sheds a tear,
I'm sorry but you have cancer,
Stage 4,
Now you are in your last days,
This is not a phase,
Your days are blue even in the mist of sun rays..
Your family is in a rage over this information,
Hopeless despair engaged like a Jew in concentration,
Separated from humanity equals abrupt insanity,
Cancer can be depressing,
Chemo is very stressing,
Fatigue forbids you from assessing your blessings,
I know its very difficult,
Just hold on and continue to pray,
Because at the end of the day,
God has the last say...