Biding my time
As I might not have much left
Indiscretion haunting me
I draw in sharper breath
Not so soon Did I suspectI'd be trying to grapple with my potential death
Guess I should have seen it coming
I have always been cursed
And no it's not fair
I never made it there
But she's fine
So I guess I'll be okWhat's another day
When it all may fall apartWhen the next time I wake
I may instead just meet the dark
Oh illnessOh death
I pray of thee
Not to take me yetI am hers
And she is mineAnd it's not fair that I'm running of time
Oh death
Please pass over me
Don't take me off so soon
Being with her is my destinyI want her
I love herI need her in my life
I don't wanna dieI've told her
I'll be strong
But I know it's just a lieAnd I'll be here.
I don't know if I will survive.But thanks to her
I can feel I'm worth
So muchmore
Alive
YOU ARE READING
Forever in debt
PoetryGathering thoughts into a more concentrated and precise element. A representation of my progress through therapy. An open letter.