TERMINAL FRAILTIES
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