I sit and wonder. (Poem)

An Interesting fever in a night of sorrow,
And an interesting twist of fate,
Leaves me weak in the tense of tomorrow.
So now i simmer in hate.

Obstacles detour me over the days,
And aside from food I hunger,
The want just dims but always stays.
So now I sit here and wonder.

What will become of me is what I ask,
And just as expected theres silence,
Will death catch up and win at last.
My pain is evidence of violence.