You’re not alone

This chapter will fold as autumn leave's fall

Forgive me for penning this tragedy

I lie in the edge chagrined, to a degree, at peace

There’s a memory of charming innocence 

A moment rich with laughter and magic cares

The picture of childhood dancing far away

I was verdant as a leaf; naive

Innocence quickly grew stale, yet you stayed

Even when I wrestled forces of coming of age

Had the ticks of time been louder in my ear

Had this bold indomitable hour visible to the eye

Would I have waged a fiery unfading warfare

Would I have trembled to speak or supplicate

Perhaps it would've kindled up my wills to live

But now, here I lie, trounce to a seedling

I sought in vain for wrinkles in my path 

something worth revising, a knot to even out,

Or a crooked fate to smoothen with grace

A fault that if I had not made, x-rays would’ve come out clean

Most sadly ’tis ventures that I've readily forgotten

I will pen you one last notice; then, my eyes ’ll shut forever

Do not lament the expiry of my ravished body

It’s been long in coming, hear my confession now

How I lived, years upon years in reverse

Your love I locked within, and without declaration

As these bones ignite with final flicker of motion

I begin to wonder the gist of own narrative

Tears fall in waves, it feels like I’ve been drifting parallel to the very thing I would've sacrificed everything to procure

Try not to seek for a medic to fix my fever

A long prognosis flaps beneath my bed

Before me now stands a fitting catacomb

I shall leap in, I’m a willing apprentice

You will find my tufted hair in a drawer

Sear it in hot embers and toss the ashes at sea

but still I forbid cries of pain, 

just to behold a face so fair

Pray admire my vernal ventures 

even in the depths of despair

Do not wonder why I did not say a word

To your face, I could never say it loud

In vain I strove to shield your heart from this bane

You know I ran tracks, what's oblivious to you

 is that I was racing a disease, a little too late

for me to say,

but this disease was so stealth in its endeavor

so I couldn't even get the chance to say

Piece by piece, I was pulverized

till a gaunt caricature was carved

If life I contain yields today, bury me at once without ceremony

I hold dear every thrilling memory 

the day your eyes made a debut in mine

I was ignited, and the thrill still stirs in me

that even in my death, my soul'll be here

you're not alone!