30 Days before I die

 

Thirty days I dreamed would shine, turned to endless night,

I waged a war I swore to win, yet I faltered in the fight.

Anxiety churns deep within, darkness veils my sight,

 

Confessions to my mother made, met with words that bite.

My mind berates me in tongues unknown,

I confide in a friend, expressing a preference for oblivion over loss.

Once a solace, my best friend's presence now fails to quell my unease.

 

Prayers fall on silent ears, divine response so spare,

The will to live begins to wane, drowned in deep despair.

Yet, survival whispers softly, "Hold on through the ache,"

For maybe, just maybe, a life anew I'll make.