My little brother died in December of 2008 0f cancer. He was twenty years my junior and only 52 years old. I wrote this in the following days.
It strikes without warning, this vile evil
disease, the cruelest killer of them all.
It invades the body with agony
then sometimes goes in hiding for awhile.
But it's always lurking somewhere nearby.
Waiting so patiently to strike again.
When it's nearly forgotten it returns
with vengence, like a theif in the night.
It inflicts unimagined suffering and
pain. It ravages the body, the spirit
and the mind then slowly, but surely sucks
life away leaving sorrow in it's wake.
A sensitive poem from one who has seen this deadly disease from a fairly close range.