Take me now and please let this be
The very last poem you read from me.
The time has come for me to leave
All these moments of the happy life you gave to me.
it's not your fault so please don't blame yourself.
The pain is what has caused the weakening of my health.
Every morning I wake up in a paralyzing state of pain.
I'm so sick of fighting and playing this twisted game.
The doctors say they're sorry.
That they don't know what to do.
But that in no way makes up for what they've put me through.
It hurts me to think about all that they've taken away.
But it helps me to write
For my poetry is something that's never changed.
Lately, I sense its departure.
EAch moment slowly slipping away.
Never knowing that the next time I pick up a pen
Could be the last time I pour my heart out on a page.
I'm scared for when the pain overpowers me
And I must give up my passion
For the only thing that has ever brought me relief.
But as long as I still have control,
I'm going to go out while I'm still on top.
Put pen to paper one last time
Until the absence of ink makes me stop.
So take me now and please let this be
The very last poem you read from me.
These words are filled with truth
Even though they may not be the best.
They come from the only place I've ever trusted
And fill the only moments I have left.
