Assassin

You tried to murder me
An assassin in my blood
That caused my nose to bleed
My steps to tire like a death walk
Lumps to appear on my body
An unexpected stay in a hospital
Day after day of tests and exams
Your sinister intentions detected
Months of experimental treatments
With things looking dismal and deadly
Nothing was working, as if you won
As if I was in that shadowy valley
With the Grim reaper closing in
Somewhere in the middle of it all
A new treatment plan began killing you
Eventually you had to hide and desist
Receding somewhere inside of me
Your mission for months to kill me foiled
But I know you are waiting
Hoping to get another chance
To finish me off
But here’s what you don’t know
I don’t give a damn
Kill me and I get the reward of
Going to my real, eternal home

Bob Boyd

Author: BobBoyd

Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-) View all posts by BobBoyd