Distressed
Endless days lost in thought,
my mind a brooding hole,
forever seeking that which is sought,
answers to soothe a aching soul.
As days dance strung together by time,
age catches up with my endless quest,
body decays each second I pine,
end in sight light flickers distressed ,
hope glimmers as eyes take final rest,
life seeps gently away as my soul begins the final climb.
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