Pulse racing, head spinning
Trying to ward off the ache
Hoping to gain senses again
As I continue to fall into the abyss
Hardly any support, no movement at all
Praying to die, hoping to survive
Breathing labored as my parched lips crave water
My throat jammed, as I prepare for the oncoming slaughter
No time to rest, to gain strength
Lying there as good as dead
I stare and lament all the tears that I shed.

That obviously is an exaggeration but I am close to that stage too.

Shifa Naseer

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