A tired Journey

I'm drained, so extremely exhausted
Body hurts, can't see plainly
My bed and cushion, my main companion
Want to rest now, until the end
Considerations flood back of better times
At the point when words did stream, and they rhymed
My previous existence, presently everything except lost
Like a far off phantom, that time neglected
Little things I attempt to enjoy
Daylight or a cordial neighbor
The world now a far off place
As I lie here, my transgress
My contemplations confounded, considerably unpleasant
Not certain I can get by, another colder time of year
Lights go out, I fall rest
On the off chance that I don't wake, my spirit will sob

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