Will I Write Again

My pain in my hands is so immense, it is crippling and cruel

My mind is sharp but my limbs are not, this disease is taking control

My will to live is still great, my eyes are starting to fade, but I can see

I see that the world has become unmanageable, confused, twisted and rude

Families are broken, children have many names, no food on the table, no crib for the baby

What is happening, the military keep expanding, sending out troops to war, to end, to conclude

Though I am weary, I am not afraid, for my hands have not failed me and my faith is clear

Will I write again, I suppose at least once more, the next write might be the one that someone will read and explore

The next write might be the one from something I learned from the bible, and just might be my best write, sincere

Will I write again, yes, if I live to tell just something, just one little thing, to end the suffering, the sheltered in a cell

Will I write again, it is up to the pain in my heart and in my hands, I really can't tell