Each Day Poem by maria goodison

With each trusting word I say,
I tend to lose myself,
a little everyday.

With each kind hug that I give,
I tend to make
the same old mistakes.

With each dream that gets dreamt,
it makes my illusisons spread under me
and make my bed.

With each step I take
my legs are getting weaker
and my body becomes unwilling,
it's time almost spent.

With each drink thats drunk
and each meal thats eaten
the rotting is slowed.

And soon I know,
things will stop
and nothing more will go.