The Spoils Of War Poem by Daniel Bowyer

Lack of sense now
Like i'm surrounded in cold water
It numbs me down and the touch is delayed
My words are slurred on occasion
And my timing is so off

Failing life support
How fast will I fall?
Am I on the slope towards being a cripple?
Don't wanna see no machines
I'm scared what they'll say

Brain damaged
But I don't regret a single exchange
Cause I was alive and living then
But now here I am
The biggest loser

Losing my inhabitions
Just wanting a reprise
Hoping I won't die lame
My lights one by one turn themselves off
This life gets dimmer and dimmer