My first post and this I had to share this...my little brother wrote this a few years ago...

Sarcoma

Before I can ask I already know

For the look in his eyes has done much to show

The threat that I feared has refused to go

As my doctor tells me that the cancer has grown

It cant be true I shant believe

That death has settled within me

Its all a mistake, the machines must be wrong

It cant be my life that is gone

Rerun the tests! I tell the man

I have he says, we've done all we can

It cant be true I shant believe

That Death has settled within me

How can it be that it resides in me

This sickness, this weakness, this damned disease

Did I saturate my stomach with wine and drink

Did I puff like a Cuban on cigars and Stuyvesants

No I did not! I kept it at length

Yet here I lie with declining health

Well I refuse to sit flat or lie on my back

The greatest defence is a stringent attack

So Death will not grasp me, it's grip firm and cold

Until I am wrinkled and broken and old

I wont give up easy no matter what Im told

Im too young to die Im not ready to fold

As time ages on my hair wears thin

And so does my anger and sallow skin

I release my hate and unclench my fists

And turn once again to my oncologists

Please I ask, I beg, I pray

Give me more than just another day

With eyes to the heavens Ive nothing to say

But to sincerely swear that Im ready to change

Tick Tock goes the clock as I tell the doc

Im a man in chains, this disease is the lock

Ive been at heavens door, the gods did not hear my knock

So the key is in your hands, you're all Iv got

But the dull in his eyes is telling me

That no-one, no-one can set me free

I find myself in a land of fear

Its plains are barren and no-one is near

Its plains it is plain to see

Are empty, as empty, as the despair embedded in me

If I painted lambs blood above my door

Would the Angel of Death not come to call?

I ponder such thoughts but I can do no more

The thread of my existence is torn

A life cut short by Deaths evil blade

I owed her my life now my debt will be paid

I've tried to be firm, I have tried to stand

I'm holding onto life, now tumours in my hands

I have lost this war, I can no longer fight

I have reached the tunnels end, but I see no light.

Azola Futshane