I'm slipping away.....................
.............................bit by little bit
..................piece by piece.......
there I go........................!
Some days I cling desperately to some semblance
of the former me, the one that's disappearing...
grasping for a branch of caring, something to cling to...
a life line... the thing that gets ya outta bed each day...
trying desperately to conjure up reasons to continue on
continuing on..................
looking for something, anything, to relieve the pain
that cripples................ first the body, then the mind,
................ or is it the other way around?
You could have done more to stop this, Guilt guilefully smirks.
Yeah, Guilt dwells here.................. side by side with Death.
They sit over there......... together........ in the corner..... in the dark.
They wait.............................................................................................
to see if I'll succom............................. just give up altogether.
Not today! I declare as I pull what's left of me from my bed.
Not today! I declare again as I peer at the apparition in the mirror.
What day is this..... Saturday.....Sunday...........Tuesday? ? ?
Uh oh................. there goes another piece!
[Note to my family: this was written in pain
but with my tongue placed firmly in my cheek.]
1/10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This has an energy, even if it's a little facetious. -LP