A Bargain To Sell

I lay here in this bed Watching the IV drip lazily I grip the bedrail For I have nothing more to grasp Not a hand, not a bear Not a gift, not a flower Nay, not even a lock of hair My last fell deftly onto my pillow Early this morning The last of my childhood The last of my livelihood The last that reminds me, of good And I watch the Iv Drip, drip, drip For as this world, this place Somewhere caught in between. An everlasting tussle, Between the powers that be And Hades So I hold on good Onto that bedrail And just then I don’t believe I shall ever let go Through the pain and the treatment I hold on Knowing that is but the only thing Keeping me here The tears and the grieving But I’m grieving alone For my life Lost completely Drained from its shell I do not look I cannot look I will only see the difference What I was What I am What cannot be, I’ll never tell So I hold on good Alone in this room Just months ago A little girl Now I’m dying A woman Still dying, A woman This soul is a bargain to sell