Terminal

Terminal - the word spoken An uneasy silence competes This diagnosis of death such Leaves but twelve months to grieve The outcome of my days here left Now I know my fate, my torture My life but spent almost the end Never this I ever did ponder Death is how I’ll now be known As I slide towards my grave Talk and whispers follow As to the very end I slave Though my burden worn by many Strength and courage I display Acceptance of my own must learn How my fragile mind still prays Each day must count one less to be Memories made among confusion Each celebration marred by I Such is my imminent conclusion The wait - time passes so slowly Anticipate the end days far too fast Compelled decisions demand creation As each of my functions are cast Death not to linger still alive Last resting place to decide Final plans for final days to come Long may I keep my pride No longer twelve months terminal Ever weaker no independence see Already life hath extinguished Shallow breath all that will be In the distance aware human voices Of tears of touches goodbye Beckoning a bright light shines above As my last breath leaves and dies