Old, Sore, alone

 With each passing tick of the clock, my heart may stop.

Each breath I take, is forced out by death's harsh cough.

Each stair I climb, reminds me of years spent running from my fears.

Each time I quit a binge, I think of my younger years.

With every smirk, smile or grin, I remember my mothers love.

For every cold breeze across my face, I try and recall my lover's hugs.

Each step I take, brings further from the past.

It's too dark to see the road ahead, but I'm never going back.