Do not wish upon a hope!

Grief is derailed,

Amid injections and responsibilities!

I’ve lost to death several times over –

The houses I live in

Are barren with old life –

And there’s nothing left to look ahead –

Except darkness and pain.

People talk to me of god,

And hope, and positivity –

I want them to come here,

Do what I am doing,

And then find the breath

To even speak.