Live My Death

Pain can sometimes be so subtle lights can barely aid my sight clouded eyes disregard their purpose awakening me to something deeper No longer can I cry in agony I whisper silent lonely petitions They mean something, nothing to me can be represented fully I fell slowly, carefully bend one knee, the other comes next head bows down, my own equilibrium means nothing now, gravity eases my back onto the floor eyes close anticipating impact (never felt) head finds home in white carpet (always there) Laying there and looking up I think I'm finally finished. May I never find the strength to pull myself back up again this numbness, lack of self I sense is how I'd like to live my death.