This is a little poem that I've written for my nan, and also for all the other victims that this dreadful disease has taken an impact on.
A beating heart that sometimes can’t take the passé, what is it with this dreadful disease in the human race, we lose the ones that we love, and the ones we embrace, it’s all heartbreaking and madness that we do not have enough funds around to wipe out this killer disease from our face!
Someone we love and someone we know, would have been brought down by this dreadful disease like so, hurting the ones that we love the most. How can this be, it could live inside you or me as we watch peoples life brought down by such misery, watching the family’s break down over this catastrophe, watching the hurt that this killer disease lies in front of me!
Is it because I'm older and wiser, I can see it all around, and now it’s a hidden by fear, that we wish it would be brushed under all towns, something we would rather not know, sometimes we feel its pain like so. In all the towns and cities around, think of the life’s that are still around before we visits the man above or the man down!
A wicked disease, we all try to fight, the angels are the ones who give up their time day and night, opening arms that are open so wide, where others will watch, maybe take sides, but they’re not the ones that are suffering you see, but still this disease could live inside you or me... They can’t understand the pain that you feel and those are the ones, who will never see the real deal.
If you feel that something isn't right, visit your GP, but never give up the fight.
This poem is featured in my poetry book, coming out very soon, so keep an eye out for, 'Cool Blue Poetry!'
Here's a sneak preview of the book cover