It's coming slowly, <br />running through my veins, <br />crawling up my throat, <br />crying for it to stop. <br /> <br />It's sickness that kills, <br />just standing is hard enough, <br />I think if I fall asleep I would, <br />never awake to see my life, <br /> <br />One more breath and I <br />think I'll be done, <br />Slowly closing my eyes, <br />I fall into a deep sleep, <br /> <br />The light rises in my closed eyes, <br />am I dead? <br />I see that i am in my room <br />it was a dream or was it?<br /><br />Victoria Dyer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sickness-2/
