End Is Near


I am not sick or dying, this is just something that poured out of me a few moments ago.

As I write this

the end is near

Taking care of biz

slowed by fear.


Hurting from aches and pain

Hiding it day by day

Sitting where I have lain

Praying it would go away.


Family does not care

On the bottom of the pole

My life is not fair

Will be buried in a hole


When I am dead

Won’t be missed

No longer to be fed

Gone without being kissed.


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