A Dead Soul Walking.

Cancer has taken her life,
Like the rapid pierce of a knife.

Pale, lifeless, walking dead;
Her existence is hanging by a thread.

Unable to walk, unable to speak;
Her future’s becoming bleak.

Unable to talk, unable to eat;
“Let her live!” To God, I beg and plead.

Breaths short out,
Death’s impending.

Her life is ending,
To Heaven, she’s ascending.