will I make it?

They say he might not make it, it’s critical
And if he does, his life…will be difficult
You ask me why I write these words of pain
When I told you its real – to me no gain
The darkness creeps so unexpected and fast
Fighting for your life without time to gasp
I’m not reminding anyone but myself
How can I laugh when the grief is felt
So tears burden the heart as deeds are dealt
In this life there are only two types of wealth
Working hard for nothing but ash on the scales
The wind will blow away the end to this tale.