Straying from all that shelters,
falling down below the brink
of sanity I am becoming all that
is turning I’m becoming extinct.
The world has changed and air
is thinner by the every hour.
Reduced I am to fatigue my loss
has ripped soil of rose flowers.
Beauty has become foreign I’ll
walk on floors darkness replete.
Tread I do lightly my conscience
feels hesitant for tired are feet.