Cancer

Seizing life, clutching it,
turning it gray and cold
but not before it
courses through vessels
like poisonous snakes,
devouring tender insides
like feasting on prey,
turning hope to hell
and love to loss.
Why cancer?
is the question as smoke
fills the air with a haze
of death, where breath is
faint, almost gone. The
outside walls are untouched,
undiseased, still, and live
free from the hostile attack,
unlike when soldiers die
their unnecessary deaths,
unable to be saved
as there is no cure for
the disease called war.
And there certainly
can be no peace,
no heaven, no hope
when it is assured
that the battle will
almost always be lost.