LIVING DEATH

This poem gives a distinct illustration and description of the woes and pains of a woman suffering from cancer. She pours her heart and prays for more time. Read and enjoy!

LIVING DEATH

Standing in a projection of my former self

Should you look into my eyes, you’d see courage being fierce

Sharply glowing with genuine spurious intent

Outwardly vulnerable and seeming to be iridescent

Feeling cold but weak hands trying to strangle me

Severally I escaped being its casualty

I keep fighting because I believe there is so much the world has in store for me

My sincere obligations I stand to fulfil

Oh! Here I lay

Gradually breaking into crumbs

Intoxicated in fear of not what come may but what I may leave undone

Time indeed is a precious gift

That I realised when fate struck me

I unanimously entered a bigamous relationship

Marriage to both life and death

I suddenly became the foul ball that is being prevented from crossing the foul line

Whites robes dashing in and out of my presence

Needles and knives drawing in and out of my abode

Pressure and pains sinking deep under my spine

My organ of respiration has failed me

Just like a coma I entered a state of eternal dysphoria

Numerous times they have tried, numerous times they failed

But the marks of trial and error remained and have become a part of my significant memory

Solution! Where art thou?

You who the wise say is synonymous to problems

How come you are lost without a trace?

Come to my aid and profoundly rescue me from the firm grips of death

Oh! Yahweh, why me?

I have always been faithful to your word

I have been good to my neighbours and been charitable at heart

Yes, I consistently sin against you but I stringently try to be upright

My hope is that my story be someday told like that of Job’s

So if this invasion is thy penance, I humbly demand for grace to see through it

Signed invalid because of my invariant condition

Like a Judge’s final judgement, I had been declared a Jane Doe

I became frigid and frosty which drove me into misplacing people’s condolences and kindness for mockery

All I could see was death’s intrusive nature

Its vibrant, cowardly and intrepid way of exposing mankind’s true nature

Oh! It is finished!

Oh! Family and my progeny

You who was given to me by my maker

You who stand to feel the wrath of death’s machismo

You who stay beside me day after day and pray to the stars for extra days and extra grace

You who is my strength

You who is my hope in despair

You who is God’s way of telling me to be courageous and intrepid

You who make it feel like death is a furlough

Even in my situation, I would haunt the earth and bring you its soaring gifts

You represent the true meaning of philia and agape love

The heavens can testify to your magnifying existence

With thy love and support, I can survive each passing day and perhaps conquer this canker worm, Cancer!