the last time
a sickly smell fills my lungs,
flashes of light disturb my eyes,
the corridors seem never ending,
my thoughts just stop,
my heart is pending,
dreading to cut the corner of fact,
i linger,
one foot in front of the other,
i hinder,
my feelings sparse as i struggle to my find my voice,
but somehow it has gone,
tears never come out,
looks like i have not won.