Downward Fall

I have not the strength

and no longer the will,

to ward all this off,

with each little pill.

Its futile to hope,

for even a little respite.

I'm just too damn weak,

to continue to fight.

When everything hurts,

what's left to inflict?

I'll never be cured.

I'll always be sick.

What's all the sense,

in giving my all?

For nothing is left,

but this downward fall.

So, please let me go now,

to my much needed rest.

And forgive me Lord,

for I've failed Your test.

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