Deep sigh.

What is wrong,

What have I done?

Done to myself,

Done to my life,

I’m done.

I should’ve lived when I had the chance.

When I wasn’t so old I couldn’t stand.

When I had eyes to see the world

And a mind to take it in.

Should’ve reached forward and called for help,

Before my soul was spread so thin.

I should’ve run and leapt,

Never letting myself fall

cause even if i did,

I’d still soar among the stars.

But what’d I do instead?

Now I can’t get far at all.

I should’ve looked up from where I stood.

Could’ve wandered off the path.

Made my own,

then ambled back.

Instead I stayed so still,

you’d think I couldn’t breathe.

Sitting down, not even trying.

Rethinking now, I might be crying.

I should’ve asked for help.

If it weren’t for my pride.

I wanted to do it on my own,

but I couldn’t use the hand by my side.

Determined gets you nowhere,

If you don’t even try.

What is wrong,

What have I done?

I close my battered eye.