Alive and Unwell

You sit on the bed

Hanging your head,

Please tears stop.

The is energy gone

Leaving you somber

And teary-eyed.

Your frame is bent

And without relent it

Imprisons you.

With rise and fall

Through wail and call

We pity together.

To someday be free,

That is but the plea as

We cry and we die.

But is death the same?

Just to escape pain still

Might be called heaven.