Thorns of hate

You quietly seek a body.

Twisting, turning, devouring.

All hope gone, you prefer it that way.

Not just the body, but the mind and spirt too.

You won’t win, you never will.

Though it seems to us humans you do.

Sadness creeps in.

Weeping tears on faces.

Find a way to be strong, and fight.

So many you have taken.

We must beat you at your evil game.

To you they are all the same.

Someday, we will find the right combination.

Someday, we will live and you won’t be around.

Someday, you will be a nightmare in the past.

Your thorns will no longer catch any other body.

We will all be free of you.

Free of your treacherous, poisonous grasp on life.

What a day that shall be.

To be in a world that is cancer free!

To my Dad, he is the bravest man I know.

He is dying from Pancreatic cancer.