To Succumb

I am growing weak
As I write to you
Which might be for the last time
I feel strange

I am growing weak!
My joints feel like jelly
My vision is getting blurred
My feet are swollen
My fingers are painful
My mates tell me I smell strange

I am growing weak everywhere
My mind is clouded
My mind feels dizzy
My heart is losing its rhythm
My pulse is weak

Hunger makes weak
Hunger is getting the better of me
No decent meal
For months on end
I am growing weaker
As I write to you.

For the majority of us here
Food is a delicacy
Only for the rich and famous
Of which I am not one

Hope you do not visit my epitome
I am emaciated
I am getting weaker and weaker
Welcome to Z