I write this and I am
Tired
of all that I can
Feel
the hatred of those
Who
just don’t care.

The cold creeps through my
Bones
white like marble
Time
covers the
Pain
caused by all.

Exhaustion creeps through me
like the shadows of the moon.
Yet I know that sometime,
healing will start.
I just hope it comes soon…

I long for sleep
I long for peace
I pray for serenity.

Feeling the creak of my bones
The pain in my joints
The weakness of my muscles
The beating of my heart.

It’s all a waste
And I can taste
The sweet embrace of death.