Each day is a fight……
Agonizing pain plagues my body, heaven calls and I can’t escape the light
87 years living a good life, now I must take my seat aboard the final flight
The struggle to stay alive……
Infectious disease chews away at my heart, and yet I still push to survive
Death is inevitable, each time my eyes close I think, “Has my time arrived?”
Nightmares tear me apart……
Dreams of a life turn to terror as I feel the slowing pulsation of my heart
A looming figure of death looks upon me telling me it’s my time to depart
I see faces of sorrow……
My family surrounds me with smiling disguises but inside they are hollow
Each night it kills me as I think, “Will it be a lie if I say see you tomorrow?”
I can no longer form speech……
With no strength left inside me, my life is sucked away by death’s leech
One final stretch to hang onto my last tether, but it is out of my reach

I sit and I cry……
My eyes are waterlogged with tears as I watch my Grandma slowly die
Deep inside I despise myself for not being able to say my good-bye
I live with false hope……
Wishing that she will come back to me, I’m reaching the end of my rope
She is the warmth in my life, without her I’m not sure I could cope
But I have a secret inside……
Seeing her pain it reminds me of the torment I’ve tried to push aside
The heartache digs away, so I keep it hidden, that’s what I decide
In the warmth I freeze……
Slowly it chips away at me; the pressure makes me weak in the knees
In my head I push to reveal the truth, “I am dying from the same disease.”
My mind is all blurry……
Decisions to release my secret burn away just like a blinding fury
But no, this is my Grandma’s time; soon I will make my final journey.