Intombed In A Life Shadowed By Cancer Poem by Joshua Mccoy

I am a ghost
I am torn between the realm of the living and dawn of the dead
Yet I fully belong to neither
And desperately crawl with 3 year old limbs away from the rising dawn
After being cursed at the blessing of birth to embrace an icy cold death.
Slowly
My body is quietly condemned to feverously decay and rot from the inside out.
Remorsefully
My family of loved ones cry at my eternal bed side for a cure
To be set free of the reaper’s disease that spares or devours at will.
Slowly
More and more sheets are drawn over closed eyelids and families left with shattered dreams and hopes as they weep in pain over clutched pictures of hopeful smiles.
Slowly
Children and adults alike are falling like drops of water down a waterfall,
Tearfully holding on to flowers with wilting hopeful petals,
Until the final petal falls
And so do they.
This is not a plea for sympathy,
And the cruelest heart truly does not have to care about this lower class wish,
All I ask, is that u please acknowledge that a pale husk of a dying soul is weeping
For just a speck of love to please be shared
And together, we could…
Fight to save a few of those shadowed by cancer
Or
We could give it all and dedicate the desperately needed time and effort
To change the world and purge the shadows for good,
so a heart monitor will no longer have the chance to flat line on an abandoned 3 year old anymore…
And an innocent child
Can smile with prolonged life from the clutches of an early grave
Once more.