Goodbye

It’s good you got away in time,
Before I started getting worse.
Before you suffered who I am.
Before I started growing terse.

The demons come by daily now,
Their voices screaming out of sleep.
But, thank the Gods, they slip away
A little after breakfast pills.

They must be settling round my abs
For every week I grow an inch.
They must be settling round my thighs
Despite the 5k runs and gym.

The demons must have dwarven blood,
For every day they mine my mind.
I squeeze my temples, forehead, scalp
And hear their shovels clang behind.

It’s good I can be who I am
And still be somewhat useful too.
It’s good we got the time we got,
And good I picked a thing or two.