Cancer laid itself down <br />Like black muck <br />Upon white lace <br />Devouring every inch <br />Without hesitation <br />Or respite; <br />Filling itself <br />To the full <br />Of all that <br />Once was perfect, tangible; <br />Unwitting losers <br />To it's rancorous bite; <br />Bitterness that far <br />surpassed the spleen; <br />A bilious character <br />Outright mean; <br />Growing wildly <br />Often unseen; <br />In the once Virgin <br />Bodies of health;<br /><br />Theodora (Theo) Onken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cancer-66/
