Crushed

Watching part of you die a slow death
is never that easy to do
you’ll keep insisting there’s plenty of breath
though respiration’s through

you’ll cringe as the organs disintegrate
progressively failing each day
regardless how often you venerate
the god on which you prey

it’s torture when finally facing the facts
and knowing your efforts are moot
a victim of those whose unscrupulous acts
are harder than any heeled boot.