Giving Up:

Marked and wounded

Hopeless and tired

Marred and warred

Wary and threatened

Homeless and scarred

Quaking yet holding still

The thin frail thread

Darkness so near

Death so dear

Looking and waiting

Watching my day fade

Knowing that the jaws of him will consume me no more

This day

Lying face up

Staring into the ceiling

The searing pain

The worried face above my own

My little one

So innocent, so unknowing

She pleads me to hold on

But I can't

Not anymore

He curses in the background

As my hearing dims to nothing

My sight becomes black

And I give up the fight