Done...

Movement, is an enemy of time

What once was youth

Now aches my spine

Just one false move

And here I'll stay

Upon this floor

For hours....

Or days...

I lay here now, in pain each night

Wondering if I should still try to fight

For this room is quiet and really dark

And my life has lost its sacred spark

I close my eyes, as tears start to build

The pain too much, as I lay still

Thinking of nights that are still to come

Just take me now....

I've had it...

I'm done...

~Jerzi