If I sit long enough, I think I can hear it, the disease of my body.
I can hear the retreat of white blood cells.
I can hear the thirst for vitamins.
What a sad, frail sound.
It’s a call for want, which no one seems able to answer.
I can hear my organs try to pry themselves from their wall.
How lonely it must be in there.
Through all of this sadness, I hear my heart pump away.
She tries hard to calm it all with her rhythmic beats,
But the sad cry is overwhelming.
If I sit long enough, I can hear the defeat.
If I sit long enough, what will be left of me?