Saturday, November 26, 2011

Enemy of Mine

Cold, still, rigidly lying on silken ruffles
Hands folded across her quiet heart
Peaceful, now that her battle’s over
Fought in a war she didn’t start

Eating away all but her spirit
Anguished by pain that never ceased
Smiles through tears unwontedly flowing
Though her foe’s attacks increased

You are my enemy, vile cancer
Eating the flesh that gives you life
I will not stop ‘til you are history
This woman you stole was my wife

(Written for a friend)

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