Enough

[cidermaid]

Hi allykat,
as a stark reminder of the horrors of cancers that stalks everyone as a unspoken fear, this works and makes me glad to have the health that I do have. As a poem I think there are a few things that could be done to help the read. I'll leave a couple of thoughts.

I like the title and feel that the poem matched this with the long list of inner observations about the tedium of the daily actions.
The first thing was this was a big block of writing with not many (big breath) pauses (periods) to allow the reader to take in and reflect on what has just been read.
What I have done below in no way reflects an attempt at an edit, but I have added a line break where I felt there might be a natural puase as I read your words. (You might well have different thoughts about where these fall ...this is your poem so edit accordingly) I do not think the poem needs this many stanzas and will stand longer blocks of text...just needs a few more periods, which perhaps could be placed where I show a breathing desire

The nausea and ache, a search for a cure,

a chance with space to rid the impure.
The horror of cancer was scratching the throat,
the call and the answer destroys the alone.

A temple, its people, a lesson that sweeps,
but smoke on the balcony smiles and sleeps.
A day and its night, a spark and its fire
with burning and warmth, and dormant desire.

The flash of the moon, no longer immune,
the creature, it threatens, is getting well soon.
A counterfeit smile, a plane for a while, I wasn't sure if you actually meant plane here or if this was a typo for plan.
the sleep and the dreams and the nightmares are vile,
the moments, the minutes, the hours on trial,

unpacking and cleaning and packing, unpacking
and back at the room, the walls in the room,
the white and the wood and the mud and the food, Sorry I get what is being said here, (the tedium of it all the time) but it reads a bit boring.

the ringing in ears, an emptiness waiting,
the restlessness, pacing, a vomitous aching, I like the use of vomitous aching - very relatable

an urgency racing, the impulse, the buy,
the water, more water, I tremble, alive.

A fidget, a shake, a twitch and a quake,
the voices of shock and the monster awake.
A hundred, two hundred, a thousand--disgust
at night every night getting hit by a bus. This line is a bit odd. disgust at? night. and then the repeat of night make it very akward to read. Also hit by a bus is a bit of a cliche (but it is a very relatable image)

A beat, asleep, the grinding of teeth,
the wake up, roll over, the night isn’t over,
the burning of paper to ashes--enough,
the shower, the water, the soap and the brush.

Overall I liked the concept of telling the horrors and the trials of cancer - a worthy subject. In places it feels like a bit of a list and I would have liked some more images.
All the best I hope some of these comments are of help. AJ.