Wandering in worry
Strolling in fear
Waiting in silence
As death shadows peer.
Nightmare stalkers
That come to be real
Laughing at and taunting
The pain that I feel.
Such merciless evil
Causing me ill
Reaching in and snatching
Each swallowed pill.
It feels so futile
To fight anymore
As I stand ready to knock
On death's front door.
This is a wonderfully written poem. From the way it is written I can see you are very sick. I'll be praying for you. Keep writing, it will help you through the days and help people know what you're going through. I hope you stay well.