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This is a poem by my daughter, Carrie Ayn Schumacher. Age 22

The night is cold and dank as death breaths down my neck,Reaching out his long bony fingers towards me,Sending chills up and down my spine,Its cat and mouse with me as the latter,The sounds of the night seem to be mocking my every move,Holding me back every few yards,And I wonder, who is behind me?Who follows my path, stalking the prey?There’s no life on these desolate streets I walk,Garbage blowing across this concrete tundra,The gutters have a never-ending trickle,Like blood draining from a fresh kill,Shadows seem to bend and curve to follow me,Haunting, hunting, tracing my every step,I hear heavy breathing and a bellowing heart,Only to realize I’m hearing myself, my own fear,My breath now visible as it hits the chilling night air;deep gray clouds blanket the night sky,Eerily highlighted by the iridescent full moon,Still as a grave the night harbors danger for me,My mind slipping into a state of paranoid delusion,Endless fear for what lurks in the night,Churning evil images in my mind,Terror bores its way into my soul,How can I stop this insanity?How can I stop this disease from engulfing me?I realize all to soon that I cant,I am infected with it, no cure, no vaccination,There are people talking to me, I can’t see them but I hear,I hear them and they never leave me alone!Whispering falsehoods, telling all lies,Tying me down with their craziness,The night keeps biting at my frost bitten fingers,Relentless in its efforts to end my mortal life,So tired my eyelids are cement,Its getting harder and harder to keep them open and aware,My legs weak with fatigue,Taking so much energy to press on,My struggle ends as I sit by a dented rusty trash can,Leaning up against the icy brick wall,With my last ounce of strength I look to my left,A thick fog is rolling in ready to engulf me,Its white tendrils licking at me tasting me,I sink against the wall and close my eyes,The morning is hear, warm and crisp,Birds chirping away sun shining brightly,Taking a deep breath the air is fresh and clean,As I stand up a sudden chill claims me,A rotting hand holds my right shoulder,The other points towards a lifeless body,Lying beside a trash can against the brick wall,I shake with utter realization,I am no more never will be again,As I’m escorted to the very depths of hell,I realize that I fought a loosing battle,You can’t battle the inevitable.