The Waiting Game


We're just sitting here
in the waiting room,
listening to the ticking
of your time clock.


We're here waiting for
your last breath,
taking wagers on
how long you can hold on.


I can't bear to watch
the slow progression of death
as it tiptoes towards you
with foreboding paces.


Your suffering is
too much for me to bear;
I curse God under my breath
for allowing such evil.


The cancer has changed you
from the inside out;
you are a shadow of the man
I once called my grandfather.

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Inspired by: "What Sarah Said" by Death Cab for Cutie

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