Whispers in the Woods

I sit in the forest of my mind,
and urgently seek an answer.
My body is wracked with cancer,
the end of my life fully outlned

How do I cope with this pain?
I ask of the whispers in the air.
I curse this disease, my bane,
It has taken from me my hair.

I rise and slowly make my way,
heading for home and my bed.
I struggle to keep the agony at bay,
my questions still in my head.

But I do not need an answer though;
I know that it is my time to die.
Oh how I wish it wasn't my time to go,
But on to the next adventure, there go I.

Figured I'd give it a shot...

Title: The Greatest Muse