He’s just a bug on my lapel

The cancer filled my lungs…
Like a garden of twining weeds
But I still had the beat of my wings
And sang in chorus to the wheeze!

Yes, cancer took over my body,
But he couldn’t hold me still
Cause a thunder burns roars
And a lightning flashes, until…

Death leaves me thin and stricken.
Skin and bone, but even then…
There’ll be morrow, like wheat:
To make my cornmeal"amen!

Oh cancer thinks he’s made a friend
And is the pied piper leading me to hell
But he’s just a bug on my lapel
My coat, a little sub-cell I’ll repel.

The cancer filled my lungs
Like a hail storm, but I’m the lightning
The thunder in his own wheeze…
It’s me who’s the current in the breeze…
Charged with bringing cancer too his knees.

Reviews

[OTownPete]

Having lost too many loved ones to cancer I am in your corner rooting you on. Your friend in words, Pete

[Mark Heathcote]

Cheers mate! :)