Life Unwanted

In this life I live of trouble and woe, virtually impossible to function under the extreme pressure and sorrow. In this life I live I am a prisoner, denied,restricted and tethered. The cold harsh sands of time scour against my skin, age me, I am weathered. In this life I live, mine is but an abstract coil, bitterly twisted, out of alignment, gone ascue. Each passing moon, comes too soon, then the sun that burns and blisters as I toil. I long for finality, an eternal conclusion. In this life I live, utterly unwanted, endlessly drowning in its turbulant seas. Magnificent sun,giver of life, rise no more, so I may be at ease.