I live a life that wearies me

.I live a life that wearies me.
All vigor in my limbs has drained away

I flail my feet uncertainly
with heavy steps
upon the ground
and make my way from here to there
with a diminished stride.
 
I know no comfort lies in any coming hour
of coming days,
no promise there of livening by touch
or tender word.

Desire no longer stirs my mind,
my blood. Capacity for joy is petrified.

Regret’s my constant company.

My eyesight dims.
My memory is slight.
It has become a dull
and failing thing.

My books have turned to burdenings.
My thoughts are of abandonments.

I can now barely mount my stairs.
I haven’t means to travel anywhere.
My fingers towards a keyboard often miss
their lettered aim.

I must admit I gather towards despair.