Saturday, August 1, 2015

No More


























who sees these shadows,
who knows this hunger,
every word, every thought,
every feeling;
inadequate;
the day is gone, the night moves on,
the bags all packed, waiting for the
final call, like a cancer it grows,
this monster, this disease, this curse,
toxic, poisonous, deadly, infecting
everyone it touches, destroying
everything in its path,
if I could, I would end it today,
but once you go through that door,
there’s no going back, no return,
no tomorrow;
no more;
I’ve given in to food, to television,
to non-movement, to weight,
to health, to age, to time,
there is much I haven’t seen,
even more I will never know,
I understand this, I accept this,
there is nothing I can do about this,
it doesn’t matter, I continue to rise,
I continue to breathe, I continue to carry on;
I have no choice;
every day I rise, every day I wait,
every day I wonder if today is the day,
but it never is, I am tired,
tired of the fight, tired of the struggle,
tired of temporary victories, tired of losing,
tired of the darkness;
I twist, I turn, I run, I hide;
I love her still.
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