So long ago, fate had me sealed and now down the hallway, gropingly I go.
Without sight or sound, being led on to drown in this deep pool of life.
Carefully trying to recall the use of living, with hope and not giving up so easily.
Grasping onto the very minutes of existence as they fall away from your open hands.
Crying out because of loneliness – happy to hear even your own voice.
Praying – Dear God, why me?
Gnarled and torn in two from hurt – unable to live or breath or die – only lay there hanging on, hoping for one last glimpse of being alive, and then all is gone – all is lost – as sleeping you are yet alone.