Requiem for the Writer

Can’t discern the enemy within

Destructive fight goes on in between

Physically decayed by the disease for over a decade.

Every moment is a struggle, I can't even giggle 

In Google when I read mind does get boggled.

Small meals at interval, can’t say all is well 

This flare up whether will be short or a long spell.

Slow is the death, physical glow in dearth

Short is the breath, get ready the wreathe.

Mind not at creative best, yet it passed the simple test

Words joined at its behest, in the simmering heat, a wilting poetry fest.

Living at it's worst, iron will does it rust

Cake I tried overdone at it's crust

In the absence of the writer, laptop lies coated with dust.

Tree without the leaves, poetry without the words

Writer minus his thoughts, gone wrong

Requiem for the writer, the last song.