poetry no. 27
it's been a month and i'm still here,
suffering with this disease and constant fear.
i feel like my time is running out-
weakening state and could no longer fight.
but i still want to see the daylight,
to see you and hug you tight.
i've been wondering about sending these poems to you,
and i hope you'll accept them through and through.
yet i felt the boundaries falling apart,
and the cries of my weakened heart.
i guess if you're reading this,
it's either i'm alive or not breathing.
-lali.
