Demonic Cancer Cells

Eyes glazed over like glass,

My vision fixated on him,

My brain unable to comprehend such miserable sorrow,

The pain of the sight devouring my inner core,

Discarding all the empty pieces out of my body,

Expelling them into the depths of my inner Hell,

The voice of agony shrieks out in unimaginable pain,

My mask of deceit blocking it from outer ears,

As tears bash my glass pane eyes,

Begging to be set free into the fresh air,

To see the light of day once more,

I discover myself afloat on a Sea of grief,

The grief of what is to come,

Not of what has already become of him,

For his chest may be rising and descending,

But he is no longer a man,

All of the physical hurt he's endured for two years,

Is lethal to me in a matter of seconds,

A matter of a minute,

Chunks of the broken heart swim around my chest,

Jabbing into my damaged bones,

Collecting all the strength I had left to salvage,

Leaving me in a state of indescribable emptiness,

A groan escapes his gently parted lips,

Gripping so hard onto my eardrums they bruise,

Burning into my mind,

Dumbfounded, Unable to breathe,

Absolute fear,

fear that cough is his final one,

Fear that I'll drift from his memories,

Fear that he'll continue to suffer,

The demonic cells of cancer stealing him,

Thieving him from me,

Taking him away,

Away before he sees my baby,

My husband,

My diploma,

My success,

My face reaching his as I was to say goodbye,

Goodbye for now, or goodbye forever,

My glossy eyes enclosed, and a tear slipped free,

Cheering of its freedom from my prison,

The prison I live in all of the time,

Myself,

As I breathe in,

The air as sour as one would imagine,

Yet as sweet as a freshly baked cupcake,

Swirling around my stuffy nostrils,

Taunting my already aching body,

I feel my lips graze the top of his forehead,

Making contact with the icy surface,

His forehead so cold, so pale,

Hard to acknowledge it was him,

The same warm-hearted man,

The man who called me his baby girl,

His little granddaughter,

His gift of God,

We depart,

For only a matter of days,

But time had no patience,

For the very next day,

As I picked up my phone,

My recent message spoke,

"Grandpa's passed away."