My first ever proper attempt at poetry, hope you enjoy!
What's the point of existence
With this incurable sickness?
I've given my best
I've given my all
My will, it breaks
I wish I could stand tall.
My back, it fails
My loved ones all wail
My lungs, they ache
With every breath I take
My mind, it drops
Like withering smoke from chimney tops
My heart, it's late
No more pain, nothing at stake.
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