Resignation Poem by Owen Bittner

Tired
Another day survived, more to go
Many
Years too numerous, scars and senility do show
Slain
When did the living cease, replaced by existing
Albatross
Becoming a burden, discarded utensil, used-up thing
Escape
To finally sleep not again to wake
Obituary
A few lines on the last page will make
Apathy
No one crying, not one will be grieving
Invisible
A silent death, as was her life, a hushed leaving
Sickened
The stench of resignation permeates
Alone
Family too busy, other plans they make
Seeking
Regrets lie as heady as her looming death
Wheezing
Carcass hoping her next will be her last breath
Etched
Life and love not to be rewritten
Pursuing
Hell Hounds nearer, she’s not yet been bitten
Wishing
Swiftly they will take her away
Lies
She will be missed by all is what they will say