The Weakening

Can you see it?
Can you feel it?
I’m weakening.
I feel my legs buckling.

Tired and tired, each and every day.
All I want to do is sleep my life away.
Lying in the darkness, enduring the pain,
Hiding in the blankets, hiding from the shame.

Waning, thinning, becoming less and less.
Fading, declining, I’m really such a mess.

My arms won’t carry, my legs can’t support.
My torso wracked with pain of the continuous sort.
My head feeling dizzy, it can’t hold anything anymore.
My eyes just want to close, the lids; they are so horribly sore.

I can’t make it up the stairs, without breaking once or twice.
I can’t lift my head up, as if it’s loaded dice.
I don’t want to think, I don’t want to learn.
There is nothing in my future for which I have to yearn.

Time for me is moving slowly,
But a look at the clock, it has passed me by.

It’s late at night when my thoughts come clear,
But too much to think, and too little time.
With want and thought through my mind do sear,
But commanded to sleep again, it is such a crime.

My bones become brittle, my stomach does tighten.
I have no longer the will to continue to fight them.
I have no care, I have no want.
Soon, become but a haunt.

Of a memory of the past, a laugh in the air.
Of the dream stallion, of the night mare.
The chill of retention, of the past so far.
The sweet reminiscence, to be kept in a jar.

My bones will hold a time to be loved,
To be shared, to smile upon, the feeling aloft.
To smile upon the better days,
But to what I have become?
It is but a thought.
But a thought…
But a thought…
Of a thought…
Of that time.

I wish time wasn’t so cruel…
I wish it wasn’t so slow…

I can see it.
I can feel it.
I’m weakening.
I feel my arms failing.