When sorrow weighs on shoulders bare,
And darkest gloom maintains its snare.
The light of day seems black as night,
As seconds stretch with aching plight.
Unhinged, my heart sinks in my chest,
It beats with an unending jest.
I’ve grown quite faint, the end is near,
In anguish, I'm consumed with fear.
No hint of hope or sweet relief,
Just my own cold and killing grief,
I shut my eyes but know not sleep,
My tired body will not keep.
My eyes are lost and see no light,
My flesh is chained in shackles tight.
In Death I’ve found life’s fatal creed,
“This world is vanity, indeed.”
But now I am...