There are 84 articles on this title. You are reading the article ranked and rated #10 by Helium's members.
Cancer,
Numbing is the choking feeling
Echoing amongst the grey walls
Of the animal doctors foul mouth
While hearing nothing but his lies
As tainted and bitter is the stench
Of this fetid one putrid word cancer
Fearfully and boldly it stares at me
From way behind my doggies eyes
This simply cannot be and I refuse
Overheating is my sweltering fuse
Sorrowful my emotions still quiet
As my garrotting throat is swelling
His skinny bony back I gently pat
As his lifeless tail still barely wags
And exhausted body behind me lags
Disgusted of this news, I am falling
Ugly seconds never cease to exist
Numb, lost and repel are on my list
Without safety net and frightened
Shattering onto the ground, balling
Hours I have left to say my goodbyes
Though grateful I am, still irresolute
For cold death second I have to face
As his lifeless body I firmly embrace
So we give love, hugs even kissing
Joyous and happy days reminiscing
His treats, walks, camping and fun
As he takes his final walk in the sun
And though choking is my gullet
I cannot help but to let him run free
Into the light to suffer no more pain
Of his aches I sense so sickly insane
Unwanted reaper nears behind the door
While I sit with my doggie on the floor
And the fatal needle is slowly injected
I give him my life though it is rejected
Shutting finally his brown yellowish eyes
Within ten seconds his head down he lies
Beside me upon the cold cement ground
Where his soul is freed as his body dies
Though cancer may have stolen his body
I refuse to allow it take of him any more
And hang on to my dearest memories left
With goodbye, final peek I closed the door
Learn more about this author, Janette Dengo.
Click here to send this author comments or questions.
Below are the top articles rated and ranked by Helium members on:
For Jeff You asked me to come talk to you two years ago at a time when you needed the advice, encouragement, and und... read more
by Cyn Bagley
Peanuts and Memory If Scrub Jays pecked stucco walls, peanuts would pour from jagged holes. I believe. A needle in ... read more
by M. Joseph
Renegades spreading through out Unstoppable for her Her kidneys, liver, and spine shout As they are attacked, besiege... read more
My grandmother called it "the animal" She would say it was eating her Feasting on her From the inside out She was ang... read more
What is this dreadful monster? That eats away inside? The bare face of it;s cruelty, Too proud to run and hide. It's... read more
View All Articles on:
Poetry: Cancer
Add your voice
Know something about Poetry: Cancer?
We want to hear your view.
Write now!
Already a member? Log in.
Featured Partner
The Overbrook Foundation has partnered with Helium, giving you the chance to write for a cause. Browse Overbrook...more
hide