Each Breath Is Like The Last
My life seems to be slipping fast
Anxiety Quickens The Inhale
I feel like I have and will continue to fail
Struck With Neuropathy
Electric Daggers Under My Skin
I don’t want your fake sympathy
I’ve already been tossed in the bin
Health Taken In My Own Hands
Manage My Own Pain, as it stands
One puff or Two
Medical Marijuana Relief This is True
Even Still Pain Will Return
Again I yearn
For final Relief
Take it, life thief
I will Confess
As I hold my breath
My life is a mess
I’m living Death
©2022 By Mary Robbins