There is a thing of all things that is posed

My head is hurt in a bad ill way

The brain I have is sure to stop and rot

Doc can not help me how I need to be

I am sure this may end good ole' me

I walk day to day in hope for swell news

But my head will be the force that I lose

My slight hold on bits of joy is now blue

My sad heart is on it's last run of fun

Is my blue brain in your thoughts a dumb one?

My breath is now a slow 'in and out'

This state has not seen MY drought so dead dry

If I do try though I can out run this

Some care in my mind will make all the change