A/N: So this is a poem that you shouldn't give me credit for. It's about a person you love dying of cancer but I wrote it based on what my English professor told us today about a personal experience so must of the credit goes to him, but if you want to review, it would be lovely :D
ANGELS TOUCHING HER SHOULDER
The world would collapse in an instant
Let's say one September 11
And the entire world would fight against terrorism
And I would face my own demons.
My mini Bin-Laden lies tight to a bed
Cancer is just another way
To turn all the veins into a vivid red
I watch through a corner in pain
How this time the dead's train takes her away.
Dust in the world
Just like dust in her bones
But I can't go through this alone.
I'm losing faith as she holds a rosary in her hands,
Praying to be taken to some paradisiacal lands.
Angels touching her shoulder
Darkness consuming like thunder
God's kissing her forehead,
Finally taking to dead.
And still I question myself;
Will religion ease my pain as well?