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Nov 2018
I'm not sure what it was about that day
Perhaps the child in me wanted to play
Between the Rad and the Chemo I needed to pray
But I knew the pain wasn't going away
I walked to the counter to ask for advice
And there she was this angel in white
I couldn't believe such a beautiful sight
She told me "Don't worry you're going to be fine"
The chills ran rampant up and down my spine
She told me my life could use some direction
I knewΒ IΒ  was in dire need of correction
I long for the day to see her again
But deep in my heart I know it's a sin
She comes at night and visits my dreams
I need her so badly I just want to scream
A relationship would be purely platonic
For the issue I have they tell me is chronic
I'm sick and tired of all this frustration
The chemo resulted in chemical castration
I look to the day to see this reversed
But up until then my life is a curse.
Written by
duane hall  M/kennewick washington
(M/kennewick washington)   
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