Kick the bucket

The clock is still ticking,

Unwilling to cease

Six more months to circle

And finally rest in peace.

Time is neither creeping,

Nor plunging ahead,

It was me who was speeding

Or slowing down at times.

“Cancer has crept into your brain”

Ah! Don’t you know doctor?

My cells  love to conquer,

Grow immeasurably big,

As they just can’t wait

To demonstrate my traits.

They are living my life now,

After chaining me to bed.

There is no one beside me

I am left to wither alone.

With no friends or family,

to comfort and mourn.

My only companion

lies locked in the chamber,

Embodying my treasure,

For someone else’s pleasure.

I have no goals left,

No peaks to conquer,

No shares to buy,

No tears to cry.

For the last yellow leaf

Clinging to the tree,

Is now preparing itself,

To dance down the tree.