Cancer

• Ellie Roth, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2018

Imagine being told you had four months to live
Who would you see what would you give
My family is mourning and my hair is all gone
I often think to myself what did I do wrong.
I cry myself to sleep at night
When I die will I see the light
There is nothing I can do from slipping away, I want it to be gone Please take my pain away.
The pain is here all through the night
They give me drugs, tell me it’s alright
And the only smile they care to give
Is because they know I haven’t long to live.
And when I close my eyes one day
I pray that God will take me away
And soon my family will see me go
And fall asleep six feet below.