Paralyzed

Years wed

Time sped

On complacency fed

Not using our head

Instead

By heart led

Seeing red

Grievances pled

We’ve bled

Hanging by a thread

Hope a shred

Now we’ve fled

Due to dread

Nothing said

Lying in bed

Not a tear shed

The cancer spread

Our spirit dead

Reviews

[Quill]

Well there must be some kind of hope for recovery

[Soren]

There is always hope. Hope is the last thing to die. Thank you so much for reading and commenting on this piece