Cancer

By Aussie

Cancer
Just a word
Yet the definition
Of fear

I run aimlessly
Forgetting
For a time

I vent
Frustrated
To the God
On high

“Seventy years
It’s what I get
You’re shorting me
Stealing life
Taking smiles

Putting out
The wick
Too early
When I just
Began”

There’s no use
I’m out
Of breath

An ant
About to be
Squished
By the Great
Clockmaker

Is there Reason
In this mad, mad race?
Is there Purpose
In this evil life of being?

Is there Cause
For lives lived vainly
Hopes never achieved
Dreams never seen?

Is my life
Just a dot
A fading one
On the forgotten
Spectrum of time?

Or is there Hope
In the unseen world
Called Tomorrow?

Is there a God
Who gives a care
A God who came
To bear my pain?

A God to take
Me by the hand
And lead me on
To better days?

Or are my fleeting days
A waste
An emptied pail
That had been full
But now has been
Discarded.