Marcella Beaumanoir/Poem

Time is running out 

It has been for my whole life 

It's running out for all of us 

''But faster for me. ''

Lonely days spent in bed 

Coughing until your mouth is red 

And all you taste is iron 

Wondering what good you can do, trapped here 

''Inside a body as weak as your resolve. ''

''Until you hear those words - that music! ''

''"We need your help." ''

And your body is willing at last but your spirit- 

My spirit crumbles and I can't decide 

If I love my family more than my family 

And I let them down, and my blood is in my mouth 

And their blood is on my hands.