Cede

Cell division gone bad
where six months back there was nothing
now malformed malignancy grows
a quickening of grotesque replication
and metastatic spread
too damned tired to care
Watching detached and making
no plans for fight or resistance
let this just be as it is
let it all go in surrender to fate
and it will become harder, more difficult
to complete the simple or the easy
The dead do not care that they are dead
it is only the living who suffer
so push them out now, that none
may notice the void in the wake
nor weep false tears of pretended loss
as the forgetfulness of time runs its course
Weariness in bones and spirit
makes mock of a will to fight
so there will be no battle for extended time
just this quiet acceptance of circumstance