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the water drips
and the pendulum swings
the other shoe drops
and the fat lady sings
the fist of God cracks
the scorpion stings
but nothing's as sad
as a child with

wings


soulsurvivor
(c) 6/4/2015
outliving a child hurts
for a lifetime

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It was quiet strength that did you in.
Your belief that pain was simply the cost of life,
You had been crippled for so long
Leg straight and fused,
Tremors assaulting your once strong hands,
Still you coped.
You pushed through.
As if to laugh at the hand you had been dealt.
Like you were betting the house would go bust.
You fought.

You fought getting out of the your truck at the doctors office
You fought when they forced you into a sleep study
You fought when they ran a chest X-ray to rule out pneumonia
And when they said cancer
You fought

Who cares that they said Stage 4.
Cancer didn't know who it had picked its newest fight with
It didn't know your 25th wedding anniversary was two weeks away
So you fought
Because it wouldn't take this from you
You wouldn't let it,
Stubborn ******* you were.
You fought

You fought
Having purchased a card for the special day
Having it delivered by a friend
In tears she read and she knew
You had fought
And on that following day we sang you to Heaven
There was Power in the Blood
As you found Amazing Grace
And as your last breath escaped
Tooth then Lip.
I was reminded
You fought.
This a poem about my father's death. There is no hyperbole.
you're leaving and i don't know how to feel,
is it selfish for me to think of all i'll gain when you're gone?
or is it my way of trying to be okay with it all.

you're leaving and it *****,
i don't know a world without you in it
and i don't know if i ever want to.

you're leaving and i can't say goodbye,
the words won't seem to leave my lips
like if i just hold them in you won't go

you're leaving and i hope you find peace,
for cancer's a ***** and you've been so strong
but i can't wait for you to find rest.
{~~~}

Death has a grip on you
Cupping your face in his palms
I know I shouldn't feel so drained
Because you're more tired and worn
I can see your threads fraying
Teeth of a wolf couldn't break your line
But I can...
This cancer is eating you away
Beneath your skin I can see you're broken
Your try to hide it with your dark humor
But know that I can see through you
Paper thin is what you are
But it is I who is ripping
I don't really know what your are to me
But I do know
It's killing me,
Watching it **** you.

{~~~}
This is for Dylan. I…. I don't really know

© Copywrited
You sat me down
I was so young
the look in your eyes
flickered with pain
searching for the words
to describe the disease
to your little girl
shes unable to understand
the seriousness
the pain

I visit you in the hospital
I receive the good news
the contrast
between the good and bad
was immune to me
I didn't know what the disease
was capable of
it was capable of changing my life
forever

I curled up next to you that night
I dozed off on the hospital bed
blessed to have my Father.
We thought he'd never see sunrise,
Now sunrise is all he sees.
Up in heaven with our other passed loved ones,
He's smiling cheek to cheek.

With the angels singing hymns,
And he glancing down,
I'm sure he wants to say:
*"It's alright, I'm okay now."
My Uncle David Kinchen, 62, died at 1:30am the morning of Saturday, May 30th, 2015 from Lymphoma (cancer of the lymph nodes). He had GVHD (body attacks stem cells from a stem cell transplant) in his liver. His liver gave out and he passed away peacefully.
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