Sick

An illness
Inherited
From his side
Passed down
Unto me
A cancer
I couldn't hide

Sick

Nor could he
Until the day
It set him free
Finally
Leaving me

Sick

My confession
I was happy
When he died
But if I said
I hated him
Honestly,
I lied

Sick

His fare thee well
Hasn't faired me well
Only left me
Sick
His cancer
Straight from hell