In The Broken Twilight...

...All I hear are your whispers.

You singing softly from the bed, 

Staring out the window. 

The dying sun glances off your face,

Casting a golden haze around you.

And you rock the sleeping child in your arms,

Tears streaming down your cheeks.

It's been a long year,

Hasn't it?

Through the multitude of treatments, 

He's survived,

But how long will it last?

He's in pain,

And he screams until his lungs can't bear it anymore.

You say that you're drowning,

And that I'm awful for having optimism.

Truth is,

I don't.

But I can pretend until the end, 

Can't I?

#cancer #sad