11-16-19

You keep hoping for a miracle,
As you wind yourself around me more,
Trying to get a response from my limp body.
You can feel me drawing away
Uncertain of my place on this side of the living
And you are powerless to stop it-
The slow spiraling descent into loss of oneself.
I wish I could care about the pain
Losing me must cause you,
But there's no use holding on to someone
With one foot already in the grave.