Incontinent کے بول

I’m incontinent I soil the sheets my heartbeat is growing weak I even find it hard to speak as my urine from me leaks I strap on my colostomy bag I’m feeling like an old rag I stagger slowly slow and meek death for me would be a release My mind is like a leaking sieve my memories I can’t relive I walk a hundred yards in pain I stagger disconsolate and lame So my death I cannot wait it’s an event I’ll celebrate My funeral it seems to me is an event to set me free