
Lorraine Leiter
Poetry Series - "Chemo 2"
Too weak to walk
Can barely talk
No strength, no hair
Filled with despair
I cannot taste
The food I waste
I've shaved off my hair
It's no longer there
I've aching bones
That make me moan
And my dry skin
Feels paper-thin
Can't always sleep
Makes me want to weep
Yet still I eat
Won't admit defeat
I feel so low
But deep down I know
I won't despair
Because you're all there
On the upside: I never knew I had such a perfectly shaped head!
By Lorraine Leiter