Sick

Coughs up blood
Clutching a wash basin
Eyes water, bones ache

Washs the face and
Lumbers the way back
To the work station

Hope and wait
Is what message
Is imparted to life

Keep repeating mistakes
None of it is worth it
And yet hopelessly life waits

Hands have turned cold
Face is burning hot
Struggle for each breath

Chest hurts badly
Feet have gone numb
Tired eyes just refuse to shut

Despair slowly but surely
Carves its mark on life
Eroding its very existence

Life clings to hope
Itâ??s but a straw
In an ocean of eternity

It waits and waits
For a sign
For salvation

Until then it just
Coughs up blood
Clutching a wash basin