I look into the eyes,
Of her helpless face.
The clock, ticking away,
And her life slipping through her fingers.
When at first she heard the news,
She felt depressed all at once.
For there was nothing she could do,
But suffer through it until the end.
But the end she could do nothing about,
For the end of her sickness was the end of her.
She lay feeble in the hospital bed,
Waiting for her minutes to come to an end.
But why is there not,
A cure for this illness, this disease?
It takes away the lives of hundreds,
Even thousands every year.
Makes them suffer,
Makes them cry.
But there is nothing they can do,
But sit through it.
With family all around,
Felling helpless, feeling scared.
For all they can do is simply watch,
As their loved one dies before their eyes.
And it makes me irate,
That this Demon, Cancer, crawls about.
Sucking up the lives of others
Regardless of age, creed, color or country.
Where is the worldwide cure?
Where is the worldwide cure?
(Editorial commentary: As noted above: Dana is a three time winner of Sottile's Monthly Poetry Contest! She is a wonderful poet and teen. Dana was inspired to write this poem because one of her friends has cancer. She needed to let her feelings out about this important topic in a profound way. I hope that other young poets are inspired to share poetry for this site. Your poems have a definite chance of being displayed here.)
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