reckless kid with lung cancer

In the ruddy dawn, sunrise paints the sky, 

Life's hues blend with troubles passing by.

In lungs, sharp as wind, a struggle to find, 

Sparkling eyes seek answers, lost in the grind.

Hard to breathe, addiction grips like a drug, 

Adrenaline rushes, as if offered to a godly plug. 

Baptized in shrouds, marked by Death's cold hand, 

Beneath the cross, in wine's embrace, we stand.

No goals, no wishes, social delirium fades, 

Crowd's roar, colored laces, in empty cascades. 

Alcohol rivers, morning gazes hollow, 

Joy eludes, each day, harder to swallow.

The rhythm persists, swift and clear, 

But breath grows labored, thoughts veer. 

No more rivers of alcohol, just puppy dog eyes, 

Time slips away, yet smiles sweeten goodbyes.

A month passes, walls turned white, 

Uncomfortable beds, shadows in sight. 

Aware that time dwindles, he lived his dream, 

Bright soul, forsaken body, it would seem.

Skin like pale angels', gaze pure and true, 

Golden steps echo, like his curls' golden hue. 

Tears as azure, pure as the dawn's first light, 

His name echoes divine, in the still of night

Forever remembered, with a resounding cry, 

Of life's fragility, its value, on wings to fly. 

For in the end, he remains a child, 

In our hearts, his spirit, forever wild.

—with difficulty breathing, your M