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Jun 2019
God picked me to carry this disease
I’ve been fighting hard, and it hasn’t been easy
Treatments after treatments
Tests after tests
I tried so hard but I guess it wasn’t my best
I’m getting weaker and weaker
As the days go on
Struggling to hold it together
As my body feels like it weighs a ton
No ambition
No determination
No strength anymore
I don’t know how much more I can endure
One more evaluation
To see what’s next
But I think I’ve given up
This, I must confess
Only God knows when I’m suppose to leave
But please God, be with my family
When the times comes for them to grieve...
I wrote this for my mother in laws husband who may be put into hospice this week.... I wrote it as the perspective of him saying this to us.
Please send prayers his way... his name is Gene...
Thank you in advance
Ashly Kocher
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Ashly Kocher  39/F/Florida
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