How terrible are the tides of late,
How an untimely turn can seal one's fate,
How an MRI can bring relief,
But much more greatly can it give you grief.
So suddenly can your soul lose sound,
But surprise is better than the fate you've found,
How long did it take to regain your breath,
When you realized your life is a lonely island surrounded with death?
So unfair underneath the veil,
Your last few months skinny, bald and frail,
Black eyes, white face, gothic, cold and pale,
Hooked up to machines that we all know will fail.
So mournful are my mornings, yet meanwhile,
You're the one still managing a fake smile,
Even after chemo, the creases still crack,
I suppose you never really could hold it back.
How hard it is to say goodbye,
I break before I even try,
There's no way around it, you're going to die,
I wish someone could tell me why.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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