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Loosing The Battle
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Pain/Ilness I feel lost,
scared,
lingering
and hanging on.
Threads of my life
seem frayed,
delicate
and ready to break.
I am numb
from all of it.
Drifting around
almost mechanically.
My mind struggles.
My body fights.
My soul weakens.
My future looks grim.
Floating through
time and space
not knowing
its course.
Death seems
like its toying,
hovering,
waiting for its chance.
I am frightened.
Too many things
seem to be wrong.
Its waiting for me...
I am broken.
Irregular.
Diseased.
Defective.
Tears fall at will.
I don't want to die!
But I think,
I am losing my battle...
