Obsolete

I am hanging on

by the thinnest of threads,

the world around me

has sent me to bed.

I am no longer able

to see a way out,

obstacles have been placed

on any possible escape route.

I thought I had began

to regain some control

until new issues arrived

and they have now taken hold.

There are only so many times

I can get back on my feet

and fight back against the demons

who wish to make me obsolete.

I feel I am of no use to anyone,

I am just in their way.

I do not think I will be missed

if I do not decide to stay.