Why Delay? (a short poem)

[Mikeodial]

Why Delay?

This road I walk is mine alone, though countless trudge beside;
a journey set through solitude, though millions match my stride.
I gaze ahead; I feel my breath, and cry along the way.
For every step, one less to death --- I wonder: why delay?

Advice? (Don't worry, I am not contemplating suicide.)

Here are some thoughts. Breaking it up a little into stanzas and some emphasis on the emotions you are invoking.

This road I walk is mine alone,
though countless trudge beside;
a journey set in solitude,
though millions match my stride.

I gaze ahead;
Breathing,
Crying,
along the way.
For every step,
one less to death ---
I wonder:
why delay?