It seems all that is left is to weep,
as I cannot sleep.

I cannot eat one bite,
And have no energy to write.

I feel alone,
But to sick to talk on the phone.

I wonder if, and when,
I will feel well again.

I cannot take the medication any more,
Because I am sicker than before.

The antibiotic’s and steroid pill,
Make me feel deathly ill.

My head is ready to explode,
While on my chest sits a heavy load.

My stomach turns and does not tolerate food,
And all this misery effects my mood.

All I want is to kick,
Being so sick.

I feel grieve,
Because of three weeks now with no relief.

If this is the beginning of the end,
And I’m headed for where many loved ones already went,

No one needs to shed tears,
Because I have had a good life all these years.

So celebrate and keep me in your memory,
And be glad I am free of this sickening misery.

My frankness was never meant to offend,
But to heal and mend.

And for the ones I disappointed I say,
I am sorry we were not able to meet half way.

I wish everyone the very best,
And hope to see you sometimes at my place of rest.