Everyone fights death,
This is just my way,
To keep it at bay,
I hate to say,
That what I crave,
Are the blows,
That weaken me,
And my rights,
Are not what I pretend.
The passions of my tongue,
Hold horrid sway,
Over the way,
The war goes,
I fell so hard,
Yesterday,
The victim,
Sliced open,
By the sweet contents,
Of glass jars.
I said goodbye,
To so much already,
Must even more,
Be taken from me?
I am beset with blindness,
And fear to walk,
Guided by those I know not,
Following the soft and hard
Suggestions of online gurus.
Their most important line,
I most love to despise,
That of listening to
And believing
Myself.