The End Poem by Jay Humphrey

The end, it comes, again and again,
Sometimes an enemy, sometimes a friend,
But Either Way I Have To Fight To stay,
Just to breath a breath another day.

The shaking, the begging, the endless pain,
Loss of control, to my endless shame
Tubed and needles, poling, prodding,
And you wonder how I'm not sobbing,

The answer is, at tines, I'm too dead inside,
Too dead to even bother, to try to hide,
What good will pride do me now,
Now they try to make me rest, underground.