Disclaimer: I am not a poet nor do I ever write poetry...
This has been something ive been thinking about doing since i was inspired in March of 08...Its about a man(my friends grandfather) and his late wife who was taken away early by cancer. They were really nice people and i thought I owed it to them to write something to remember them by.
snowy street, suffering cold
this thirty by twelve cabin cell calls
memories made mingling, haunting
alone you sit, to die
pain penetrating pillows
you sleep an angry man, bitter
at this hell you must go at alone
hands hurting, back breaking, cackling cancer
hysteria filled, hollow head
do you see her at night like you say
does she call for you waiting
waiting, waiting for what
for death to come whisk you away
intertwined with your other half
go now old man, shes waiting
culling cries concentrated
i wouldn't blame you if you left