Being Fed Up !!

Is there anything any more ?
Sitting here tired, staring at the door.
Body is ageing, hair turning white.
I have to be strong to keep in this fight.

Coffee after coffee, poetry helps.
Ciggy after ciggy, this pain is heartfelt.
Huffing and puffing, can't get the right mood.
I try my hardest to feel damn good.

I hold my pen in a bid to write.
Alone and scared deep in the night.
Ghostly shadows haunt and taunt.
The feeling of nothing, my soul is gaunt.