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by Delilah Coyne

Its in him,
like a deep sadistic desire
better left unspoken.
Its in him,
lurking in his depths
like a demon, possessing.
Its waiting
to awaken and manifest.
Its simmering
just below the surface.
Flowing in his veins;
beating in his chest;
churning in his gut.
Its in him,
like a silent killer
Its in him
and he knows it.


Author's Note: Imagine finding out you have the "cancer gene." There is actually a test that can be done to identify a particular strand of dna in your chromosomes that makes you very likely to develop cancer at a young age. My cousin had this gene and died of cancer last week at the age of 36. His brother recently discovered that he too, has this same "cancer gene." Their father died of cancer at 41.

Posted on 03/16/2006
Copyright © 2020 Delilah Coyne

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Agnes Eva on 03/16/06 at 04:03 AM

ooh, you know what would be the absolute crown on this powerful poem? "Cancer" in the title. I'm so sorry about your cousins, cancer is so devestating. We have it in our family too, though I don't know the genes.

Posted by Soulo Jacob Bourgeau on 03/17/06 at 12:17 AM

Very moving piece, too scarey to read twice. My mom passed at 52 from a rare red blood cell aplatia. Only 12 people have been diagnosed with it, so doctors watch our family closely. Sorry about your loss, Delilah.

Posted by JJ Johnson on 03/18/06 at 04:43 AM

As others have already said, powerful, frightneing and moving! This gives me the bleak feeling of walking down a dark ally when there is no other way to the desired destination. There's a light at the end of the tunnel, but is the light one that will bring safety or eternity? What choice do we have? Standing still is impossible and going back is even less likely. I suppose this is why I search for faith, because I don't know what's waiting for me, and no matter what robbers may be laying in wait in the shadows, I want to go forward. No matter if God has anything to do with what transpires in my life or not, I won't let diabetes or heart disease stop my progress. JJ

Posted by Jim Benz on 03/20/06 at 02:52 PM

Despite the terrific content of this poem, I'd like to comment on how well it's written, particularly in the rhythm set by the repetitive clauses (and the variation of "it's simmering".) It's sparse and direct, not a wasted word. Nice job on this, Delilah.

Posted by Ronald A Pavellas on 03/20/06 at 10:22 PM

This is very good. This is eerie. My son-in-law, not yet 50 and in superb health otherwise, has stage three rectal cancer. They have two small children. I wrote this one about him: http://www.pathetic.org/memberPoetryEdit.php?i_poemid=1141886021

Posted by Carl Walker on 03/26/06 at 11:32 AM

another exellent poem, evoking powerful emotions, wow ...its in him

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