Enough
I find it hard to accept your belief
That I, in the midst of grief
Should fight to trudge on
When quality of life is gone
Length of life may satisfy you
But for me this is not true
I see your point of view
But of mine you haven’t a clue
Further disability
Does not entice me
Why do you care
Whether I am here or there?
Relief from chronic illness and pain
Are the goals I maintain
Why should I continue on
When enjoyment of life is gone?
I’ve fought the good fight
With all of my might
At some point I must cease
And medical treatment release
I plan my life with dignity
In the end you will see
That with bated breath
I will accept death
It is an alternative
In which I believe
Accepting no immunity
And with impunity