I lie by the window,
Waiting for that eternity –
Death.

I can hear the waves
Splashing against the rocks,
I ache to get up from my bed
And glance out the window,
At those faithful waves
Which break as the sea
Dashes them ‘gainst the rocks,
Smashing them.
But yet,
The waves go back to the ocean
Without a grievance, only
To be broken again.
I long to look at their dance,
But I cannot.

I cannot from the while that killer
Overcame me.
That dreaded killer called cancer.
Those unwanted cells
That give you pain,
And kill you slowly,
Singing a lullaby,
Making you sway,
Putting you to bed,
And then, to sleep.

A sleep so peaceful,
That you neither stir,
Nor wake.
A peace that is shattered only
By peace.

I watch the sun going down,
Drowning in my window sill.
The light around me
Is tinged orange.
How similar are the two –
The twilight of the day,
And the one in my life.

As the sun sets,
Another day goes by.
One day less
As I lie by the window,
Waiting for that eternity –
Death.