Whimper.
No strength left.
To fight or flee?
Feels like life
Has beaten me.
Whimper.
The pain progressed.
It's choking me.
My options gone,
No strength to flee.
Eliot was right,
It doesn't end with a fight.
*I was thinking, for whatever reason about TS Eliot and got the lines "This is the way the world ends
/ Not with a bang but a whimper" from Eliot's poem "The Hollow Men" stuck in my head. This is the result.
