Poetry by Kosta Kontos
23rd July, 2014

the doctor’s diagnosis maze
she follows distant in a haze
her stomach churns
as he confirms
her time is up in 90 days
with knowledge that her clock is set
she’s told that chemo’s her best bet
but why delay
her deathly stay
of mostly fearful sob and fret
though conscious of that soon she’ll die
her family and friends supply
both faith and love
whilst up above
gods hear them pleading asking why
“what does not kill you makes you strong”
despairingly she plays along
knowing she’ll fade
with health betrayed
whilst questioning where she went wrong
the gift of life’s a finite pact
both kings and slaves bow to this fact
but back of mind
this thought you’ll find
since time of death is not exact
for her the opposite is true
always aware of cancer’s coup
whilst we count sheep
she cries to sleep
the same nightmare each day anew
in seeking wisdom she’ll equate
some meaning to her pointless fate
ending her plight
one wakeless night
leaving her loved ones less irate
her parting message loud and clear
a dying wish for all to hear
that life’s too short
so best we thwart
our inner demons fuelled by fear

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