A poem for death

Never enough

It's cold

So cold

Walking over to the scale

But it's worth it

When you stand

Seeing the number dropping

Yet again

It is a sense of pride

And even relief

Until you see your reflection

Haunting you on the way to bed

And you quietly decide

That it is not yet enough

Numbers that have dropped

How I wish I could tell you

That from now on

It will never be enough