My heart is weak, my limbs more so
But still I am not ready to go
My body aches, my chest is in pain
From the breathing that now is so slow
My feet cannot move, my arms do not lift
To steady myself if I fall
I'm forever dependent on my caged rolling chair
That guides me throughout all these walls
My mouth does not open to allow me chew
The victuals that flow in my mouth
There are tubes in my nose, urine in bags
That sustain my body's default
Death had been hammering for many a days
To enter my chamber doors
But still I overcome its lethal blows
And get ready tomorrow for more
Time does not help me, my body decays
And age has summoned my death
I'm not ready to leave, I wish I could stay
I demand just one last breath.
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Dark Trails
Poetry** This book has been published on Amazon, revised and edited with altered and added poems. The road is not always paved in marvel, beauty, and love. Sometimes it is the wicked and broken fragments of life that revel the human soul. And with these...
