Decay
#4 of poem
To find peace a choice must be made.
Little by little the heart quits.
Little by little the mind decays.
Little by little ones sanity is put to the test.
Till nothing is left but a hollow shell.
Forced to roam the endless expanse that is life.
Looking for purpose to fill the void.
Eventually the inevitable comes to pass.
The heart ceases any and all function.
The mind is forced to shut down.
The journey through life comes to an end.
Leading up to a point were life is no more.
Then comes the choice all must face.
For some it is a blessing.
For others a curse.
For those reading I ask you this.
Is it a blessing or is it a curse to die.