MY FAILINGS
I sit here all alone and ponder the situation.
Why is it that I am unable to maintain a friendship?
Is my failure so great that I am unable to meet people as equals?
Is my failure so great that I can only handle others in small doses?
I fought long and I fought hard,
I fought proud and I fought honourably,
but now there is no fight left;
I never turned the other cheek and always exacted two eyes for one.
They were always the enemy I fought, regardless of circumstances;
But now the enemy has won.
My gun pit has been overrun. My weapon is as empty as my soul;
I hide in the bottom of my pit too scared to continue the fight.
I am terrified of the slightest movement or noise.
I wait for the inevitability of death.
I pray my death will be clean and quick;
No pain and no suffering, a quick release from my disease.