22 September 2012
I am among the weak, I crack, break and creak, My body has no armour, And makes things harder,
My bones crunch and bend, Pressure leaves a dent, My blood often spills, Doctors say, I'm nearly killed,
My thin skin is flaking, And my cold hands shaking, Not one inch of meat, Protects from the lack of heat,
My white hair is limp, While my nails just chip, My joins are slipping, And my mind is flipping.
Among The Weak • Opuss № I