Medicine Induced Madness

They say modern medicine works wonders and saves lives,
but what of the identities we lose in the ruthless fight.

I see a man in front of my eyes, battling against himself to retain some reality,
in a world plagued by drug induced fantasies.

A man who was once fiercely independent, and worked by the clock.
Now could not tell time, much less make coherent talk.

He barely slept for the demons of his past haunted him in the night,
and he muttered ceaselessly about his previously healthy life.

He spoke to spectres and walls,
real or imagined he couldn't tell the difference at all.

His once proud walk was replaced by a lopsided and unsteady gait,
Often supported by his - faithful to a fault- and frail Wife, quite a pair they made.

All these chemicals worth hundreds of thousands that were meant to keep him alive,
Made him groan in pain and wish for a better after life.

How long could he try? You could see him give up. 
He wrapped himself in sheets of silence and refused to open up.

I'll be honest, he was never a man I admired for his personality had traits I did not desire.

Yet Cancer was an evil I shall not wish
upon my worst enemy and this man he was my Family.