Poetry by Kosta Kontos
cancer
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
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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
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“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
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in seeking wisdom she’ll equate
some meaning to her pointless fate
ending her plight
one wakeless night
leaving her loved ones less irate
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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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