I wake up with a headache
I knew I shouldn't have stayed up so late
'twas so foolish to hope that I'd understand your game
I know what I gotta do
Too lazy to get outta bed for you
And gulp it down with a glass of water to ease this pain
I see now what I saw before
I didn't know what it was for sure
Till it worked just like paracetamol
I woke up
There it was
Once that killed
Without a cause
Those dreams that turned into nightmares
Those arms that gave away time shares
Feels like history since the last time I needed help but still
There's life waiting to be celebrated
It's no longer so complicated
Thanks to my prayers from the day I wanted more from life
And for the small white pill
This poem is my vision for the common day to arrive whereby Cancer can be treated with a small white pill, that can be taken just like any other painkiller. We have lost many valuable lives out of no fault of their own as a result of Cancer. The world misses them, and I miss them too. Here's a toast to all the hard working scientists and people who are dedicating their lives to find a cure for this nasty beast.
