My head hurts, my eyes struggle to open
My heartbeat gradually fails
I sit and watch my hands transform my thoughts to written words
How quietly I deny some honest words space in my head
How desperately I cling to life scared that I might draw my last breath

Such is the state of man;
When sickness brings him to the brink of death he remembers how lucky he is to have lived
But when he is strong and healthy
He thinks himself immortal