dead of winter   unfinshed story  please commentt thanks

it was a long cold winter night
the chill froze my brittle bones
i was sitting in my room alone
reading a book or was i?
i can't remember actually what happened
why the spirits came to my bed everynight
i knew something wasn't right
i was always stiff and uptight
darkness surrounded my mind
it was like i had a very short time
nothing was coming out right
i told myself that i was alright
but even if the sun was bright
i couldn't see it i had lost my sight
my wife had taken over the house duties
made sure all the clothes were done
but i felt like i was holding her back
she wouldn't leave me or let me go
i felt she would be better off without me
i couldn't protect her like the old days
i could hear acute all things in heaven and in hell
our love was as beautiful as wedding bells
being an old man was very stressful
i was trying my best to do all i can
but i couldn't bare to live this way
i had many things i wished to say
but it was like a cat bit my tounge
it will never be as it was when we we're young