ENDING WAYS
To many times over you I've cried
I realise this as I wipe my eyes
as I lie awake at night, trembling with
wonder if the waters deep and how far ill
go under, if I'll will go down in defeat
and stay at the bottom sitting on the waters
floor alone and forgotten, or if I'll kick my
legs and struggle to the top, realising this
chance is the last one I've got can I survive
enough? am I that strong? But as I look in
the mirror now, I know that I'm not
Akbar Ali