The clock ticks,days passes, 

                     My bones struggles with pains 

                    My body, tremble with fears

                   Eyelids brings forth tears, 

                  Sadness engulfed me ,

              I feel threatened by the groaning of my body

   

               My days are numbered on earth,

            The time runneth faster, it's as if I was a wanted 

           thief running to escape death.

            I snuggled on my bed sheets

            My soul is sore and weary 

           My breath is slowly departing silently. 


         Weakness is my new body language, 

    My heart is so fragile from a lot of pains and sadness, I groaned in pain each passing day 

 I keep getting worse, I battled with my body 

         My strength decreases each passing day 

        My body can't longer withhold the treatment. 


                I knew I was going to die, 

              I wish death would come quicker,

              To take away the pains ,sadness and sleepless 

              Night from me,death was my only aid for me 

               To have peace of mind  .


               My soul had already gone away from me, 

              So is my breath had already stopped 

               I'm a lifeless being on my sick bed

               Waiting to be put away in a casket 

                 My fatal illness had shattered my body 

                    God is my witness as I put to rest.


© Deborah, The Blacicon