Oh, the darkness spreads, growing day by day
Sometimes a nap where never a nap there was
A growing lack of energy travels through the soul
Making each day a little bit less
The appetite declines, a little less day by day
The bit of pasta sits staring back at me
Prime rib used to fly off from the plate
Now each week food sits longer ignored
The insides a bit less comfortable day by day
Sleeping through the night is a memory of the past
Getting up repeatedly with innards rumbling
Making bed a more dreaded place
I know its growing uninterrupted day by day
Eating away a piece of me with each passing day
Making me less of who I used to be
How much longer will it last
After months of losing life, a bit day by day
Wishing it was all a dream that would end
There's not much left of me to keep up hope
Cancer slowly eating my life away
computer; note sent prematurely. I will now read this which I've never read but found when I came to your lonely site. I hope you and kids are well. ;) bri
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I've read it. Now I will read The Monster Within. I don't recall if I heard about your mom, and I wonder if she died before or after your husband did.