Painful Choice Poem by Laura Wilson

Bright moon following blinding sun. Growing weakness getting stronger. Silent tears gently flow. New torture without pleasure. Silent suffering screaming pain.
Hazy thoughts,
stabbing sharpness,
shallow breath,
slow movement.
Moment of lucidity, life no longer lived, handful of pills would certainly end it. Stop the pain with each movement. Toss a coin heads or tails neither a winner both will lose. A life of pain or unawakening slumber.