"omdb" poems
On myself is all these burdens
Even breathing itself is becoming one
Can you imagine that?
Having trouble doing something that is natural
My I do not know why to continue
Why to fight
Why to live
But I know I must
Death is something I no longer fear
It is no longer something I pray to avoid
I know my time will come some day
So why must I prolong fate
Bed covered in my tears
Breathing sporadically
My time has finally come hasn't it?
No I keep going
I am On My Death Bed
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 11:39 PM UTC