Clutching at Straws

Sitting in the dark

thinking this is it

no enthusiasm to dream

of ever getting fit.

My body is already

slowly corroding

while in my mind

there’s a sense of foreboding.

The clock is ticking

and I know I haven’t long,

where have those days gone

where at least I felt strong.

Life has passed me by

without any pause

to leave me here alone

clutching at straws.

Is it too late for me

to change course

now from my reality

I am divorced.