This may be redundant, and overwhelming

I'm hurting, and wish I had Tuesday
Just to bother me
Just to argue
Just to make me feel something
Old Cancer
His skin was dry and dark from the chemo
He lost his breath while dressing himself
He couldn't hold his eyes open
And he showed the look of death on his face
I spoke to him
Good morning!
And how are you today?
His eyes broke from the stone
And looked at me with an eye of curiosity.
Eh alright, what do you need?
Well I'm here to bring you to the torture chamber.
What?
The torture chamber, you know when we
Tie your limbs with rope, and crank to see how far we can
Stretch you out.
A smile grew on his face
A wild flower in concrete
He laughed as I asked him if
he needed help to get ready
His skin grew warm
And his heart filled with content
I can tell I helped him from the grave
Where his mind often stayed.
Spend moments happy. Even if its not going to last forever.