Sick of fighting

 Medicine men had never seen such a thing
The priest couldn’t believe it
That after giving last rights
I stood up
Fighting this
Leaning on a cane
Coughing every so often
Deaf to the worries of loved ones
I was still fighting
But today I went missing
Found in my room stinking of death
With a look on my face matching the sheets
The shock was bigger than the first day I fought
This sickness was under my boot
For so many years
What had situations rearranged
What inside me had changed

I might stand up tomorrow
But I will sleep tonight
I am grateful for the sunrises given
But I’m tired of the battle of living
I have been sick for a long time
Sick of fighting
So I might stand up tomorrow
But I will sleep tonight