100 Issues for 100 Days: #79

#79: Hanging On for Dear Life

Things come undone
Like silken strands sliding through waiting fingers
Each day unraveling, past
Gone

Running without a chance to take a breath
Chest heavy with cold
Burning through a body
Waste

Hours upon hours, strike down
Grasping and clasping
Holding on to the present
No idea of the future
Pain

Doubled over, dry heaving
Out my spirit
All that's left to cling to
Hope

The season will end
Respite forthcoming
And if all else fails
Death