Wyrd bið ful ¯aræd/fate is inexorable...

In hospital,
Laying here in pain,
thoughts rush round my sobre drugged up brain. 
to me,
high or not,
they are all wholly sane. 
I can handle the drugs,
just not the pain.
I smile through each day,
making sure people don't know I feel this way,
knowing that's each day my body is frought....
it sways,
it hurts in a million ways,
not knowing where I'll be over the next couple of days,
weeks and possibly years.
Will I ever get better or am I destined to live a life of misery and no gain. 
its my loving family and friends that keep me sane.
I feel my body crumbling,
parts unable to repair.
They try to make me comfortable with all their pillows and palliative care.
I'm grateful to everyone that's helped me,
I just hope it's not been in despair or vane...
People all around me bleating and bleeping,
sounds of nurses,
worried, 
not flustered or rushed,
taking their time to get my pain to hush...
it's not just me as there's thousands others,
most with pains worse than mine and any of the forfathers,
From broken bones and stomach ulcers,
most can be fixed.
but like me,
do their bodies falter.
even though not religious are the angels waiting for me at the altar?
No,
as long as im still alive and breathing,
there will be no way that the reaper can reach me,
through this I know he'll be angry and seething.
we all live and all die. 
Wyrd bið ful ¯aræd.
fate is inexorable,
even to the breathing dead that lie,
breathing,
heart ticking,
For each person,
the norns twist their fate.
doesn't matter if you don't believe,
even I have no faith.
so let him come with sickle and scythe,
cos I'll be here till the ends of time...