by Keith Loh, staff reporter
![Photo attributions to Toshihiro Oimatsu.](http://wjpsnews.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/04/5519900500_f223f06966_z-300x200.jpg)
I’m not what I used to be.
My muscles are sore,
I am barely able to see.
Living has become a chore.
My bones ache and quake.
What do I live for?
The worst is when I have to wake.
I feel rotten to the core.
Am I even the same person?
Can I still be called a man?
Everyday my life worsens,
I no longer can.
I am a dead man walking.
My body, it deteriorates.
Seeing what I used to be, it’s mocking.
There is nothing to do but to wait.
To wait for death,
Is all that I can do.
To “live” until my very last breath,
And begin anew.
The flame within will reignite,
To rid and expel of this blight.
I will finally (be able to) set things right
The story of my life I will rewrite.
Good night…