as my light grows dim,
as my blood slows down,
and my nerves shatter
with stabbing pain.
As my heart grows weak,
and the wheels of my being
turn slowly.
Stay by my side
as my fragile body
is racked by pain,
which verges on truth,
and manic time
continues scattering dust,
and furious life
bursts out in flames.
Stay by my side
as I fade
so you can point
to the end of my struggle
and the twilight
of eternal days
at the low, dark edge of life.
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*holds you*
I hate midlife SO much, some days...