You were born
For more than gradual death,
If I could
Take your credit card, and
Remove your shoe laces
I would
Instead I stare into
Your jaundiced eyes
Like a jar of dandelion jelly
The liver is failing
The vocabulary, is...
Not as easily accessible
Reaching further into
A bucket of chum
On this vessel of pain
For something familiar
I hope you find
Your reason to
Quit it all
And
Continue living