Leukemia Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Leukemia

I avoid the doctors,
Doctors talk of cancer,
And other disorders,
Then pills and injections.

Want to be unaware,
Of diseases, sickness,
Prefer mindlessness,
Prefer blindness,
And dumbness,
And deafness,
To the talks of doctors!

I rather lay in bed,
Like a child,
Breastfed,
Hugged and kissed,
And pampered,
Cradled under care,
Sleeping in silence.

Then, one day,
A friend calls to say,
To others, another:
"Have you heard?
He is dead…"

Full stop,
That is the end!