Today a pain so harmful, noxious, and terrible,
as days of grief and sorrow, mostly unbearable.
Though I fear not, my time is close at hand.
I have nothing left, nothing of this land.
Tomorrow I will try once more to carry this load,
But I lost the will; I am standing at the threshold.
The coldness, darkness, and abysmal depths
from which I am only but a few short steps.
Always and forever you will stay near to my heart,
But I cannot continue with you and me so far apart.
Will I see the light, or just a fiery dark,
As death is at the doorstep, and I am near his mark.
