Every breath I take could be my last.

My heart is going to stop beating.

My eyes will go blank,

And they will never comprehend images again.

My skin will grow cold,

And my once youthful completion will fade into paleness.

All the hours I spent working out,

Or all the calories I spent counting,

Won't matter.

We all just turn out the same way in the end.

Melted away into nothing,

But a hollow shell of what we used to be.

A lonely corpse.

Death is an unavoidable ending of life.  It shouldn't be feared, nor embraced.  Death is just something that is going to happen. 

I stare into space

      brain sluggish

      slow to respond

So many plans for today

      to be responsible

      accomplish things

But now they are lost

      saved for another day

      maybe never

Is it my fault?

      I feel irresponsible

      selfish or lazy

How hard should I try?

      give in to sickness?

      or make no excuses?

Everyone must do things

      even when it's hard

      so I should too

But I would do better

      if I could

      I know I would

My body won't obey me

      busy fighting disease

      no energy left

My brain won't help either

      thoughts don't flow

      the way they did

I don't know from day to day

      what I can do

      what I want to do

Friends gather around

      they whisper

      we love you

We know who you are-

      sick or well

      we can see you

Shining with His light

      you love and you bless

      and inspire us

Keep hanging on-

      He's promised

      it won't be long

 Flourished with  

 garden of sprouted flowers

as she seeded them in her womb.  

but after long time she realized that 

beautiful garden slowly 

sacrated out.   

 her inner self broken winged

 hammered  by her physical deterioration

 making a mental trauma sore in her inner self 

as she was decreasing with movement of clock.  

 i am deteriorating by the time 

but  keep my scattered 

garden of flowers growing

and hybridized all time.

letting her half partner  realize when he sit beside.  

Until the time every flower of my garden, 

 do not established their own garden 

as i seed them time lapses  ago. 

 but when she died 

her body pouring out spit of liquid

ceaselessly .  

ugly that may look 

but inner pain of them beseech

everytime when she used to cry.  

that  chronic disease with  

 no cure

 according to science, ayurveda 

or magical spills 

what she also approached.

that led to valuation of close inner souls

 garden seeded by her time ago now spoke

and flourishes by the time and will flourish all around.