[This was originally published in F.U.C.K. poetry Issue #22. The publish date is approximate.]
as i lay my head on the leather bound book
tension flows out of me, muscles relaxing
the will to move on is lost forever
strength to keep up the good fight faded
the time of vibrance decades removed
subtle power, natural leadership, lost friends
a gaunt relic of what i used to be
my will is caving in, dooming me to solitue
i take one last breath… again