diabetes

the eyes are going,

I haven’t told anyone yet,

it gets hard to focus,

things that used to come easy,

can no longer be made out,

it’s like looking through broken glass;

then there’s the energy;

the least little thing makes you tired,

sometimes I just want to lay down

wherever I’m at and go to sleep,

sometimes she holds me

when it gets like this,

she has no idea

how good that makes me feel,

like a child again,

safe and warm;

I think I could die with her arms

wrapped around me;

the changes have been subtle,

they slowly creep up,

it is only gradually you begin to notice,

like a spider,

patiently waiting for its prey to die,

as it struggles to free itself

from the sticky web;

that is how it is,

that is how it will be;

it has been a good fight.

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