In my brain there is noise. Lots of noise.. Never ending chatter.
Anger at the thought of leaving her……… alone
Tired of being ill.. fear at a slow painful demise.\
Sleepy.. need more rest.. but rest is the little death..
Love..everytime I awake and see…. Her
Peace I seek constantly.
Joy in small things.. the chirping of birds.. the feel of my cats.. the smell of flowers.
Pain as my body breaks down further… once powerful, now weak. Listless.
Memories of war.. I cannot shake..
Time.. my enemy.. goes on..