Such a sorry state
My eyes seek yours
Barely awake
So tired, unable to
Sleep or wake
Quality of life
Is at stake
Joy and sorrow
Numbed to
Tundra where
Nothing grows
But lichen
Not likin'
This sorry story
State of
Change of life
So strange
Hope is on
The horizon
Her eyes on me
So kind and
Gentle, loving
Through
The pane of pain
Both hers and mine
We breathe
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