Odd ended chances

Odd ended chances.

breaking me a fool .

pouring my pain into this chalice.

wanting a measure of hope to enlighten my path.

but there is hard pressed lengths to seek.

matter against matter.... naturally withdrawn.

inward an reclusive... living this infatuation alone.

mathematical and calculating.

adding the odds of death in this year.

regrouping the chances i have left this year.

not many, the odds are against me.

painfully in fear.

i wrote off all life and went running into the void.

to chase a thought.... nothing certain.

running while time bends me outward.

like looking into the the mechanics of a clock on the outside.

slowed speed, warped and spinning.

unfinished past's and futures race across my eyes.

nothing can take me back in time.

spirit don't fail me

spirit don't fail me.

breathe

breathe

breathe.......

dying from collapsed lungs. cancer has no cause.