Rants to the World I – X

[ 2020 – Rants to the World ]

I.
cancer ripped the rug from under me again
it was no magic carpet
just a simple piece of life
threaded together by my bare hands
pain left some bloody stains
cancer ripped the rug from under me again
my feet are getting cold

II.
cancer, i hate you
what are you doing in my life
cancer, i hate you
what are you doing with my life
cancer, i hate you
who came up with you
who invented you
what is this all about anyways
cancer, i hate you
cancer, i hate you and i will never cease to fire

III.
why do we have diseases in this world
wrong question
what’s the deal with cancer
better question
who can deal with cancer
best question
congratulations
you’ve won the Best Question of the Year award
oh how easy a life would be
if all that counted was coming up with better questions

IV.
is it too much to ask
to have a decent day
where i can sit on my porch
without being bothered by the wind
what has summer become

V.
i find it appalling
that some people invest their effort and a lot of money
into a cure for aging
as if mortality in itself was the issue
when we cannot even prevent people
from dying from diseases
painfully and prematurely
when we cannot even prevent people
from suffering from diseases
debilitated and marked for life

VI.
why can’t you say
this sucks
instead 
you are glad that it was found early
and remind me how lucky i am that the doctors were able to fully remove it
don’t cheer me up
don’t distract me
don’t point out the obvious
stay with me where it hurts the most

VII.
don’t you know that recurrence
is a cancer survivor’s worst nightmare
don’t you know that cancer strikes
before people look sick
don’t you know that cancer therapy
is a modern form of torture
and only acceptable 
when traded against your own life
so please stop telling me how good i look
and that the second time will be easier
stop explaining things to me
you clearly have no clue

VIII.
i think i cannot be around normal people anymore
we have nothing in common
	they believe that they earned their luck
	they believe that they steered their life to where it is right now
	they believe that matters are in their own hands
what does that make me
how does that make my life look like
	they fill the void with empty chatter
	about the good side of things and the meaning of disease
	talk about optimism and confidence in the universe
shut up, you damn ignorants
learn to see
enjoy your own life before it’s too late

IX.
but can you
can you even admit 
that the world is unfair
can you even see
how lucky you are
can you lift the veil
and look it in the eye
the injustice
the hurt
can you give up your believes from childhood
about having control over your life
about being rewarded for working hard
do you really want to maintain that all these people who suffer
have not worked hard (enough)
and somehow shifted their life’s controls into the wrong direction
how dare you

X.
all humans are mortal
some just die earlier than others
some just suffer more than others
some just don’t get their fair chance

all humans are mortal
what a bunch of crap
it doesn’t mean anything
at least nothing helpful
it makes a lot of humans believe 
that we are all equal
because we’re all mortal
because we’re all human
This entry was published on November 7, 2023 at 10:03 am and is filed under A poem a day..., cancer, chemo, consciousness, ENGLISH ENTRIES, Rants to the World. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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