When All Is Gone... Poem by Donna Cabela

Busy days keep me from being numb..

Work is my companion to get through the odds.

There are questions asked and answers to figure out..

I am dead, leaving each day just pass by me.

The void in me is the ghost within..

Afraid to just believe then get dashed by the sad ending.

Each breathe I hold is my only hope

To survive in every painful step I make..

So, i keep breathing, though my heart is dying..

Critical it may be in an extremely difficult journey...

I believe, the urge of surviving is still in me!