Slowly Suffering


Slowly suffering

day by day.

The ends of my rope,

knot, then fray.

Slowly suffering

in my human tomb,

days are dark,

nights bring gloom.

Slowly suffering,

inch by hurting inch.

This diseased noose

is starting to cinch.

Slowly suffering

on this road towards death,

awaiting my final,

gasping breath.

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