Miserable man dying

I have lived so long
Just to understand
That there is no point
In taking the stand

As I lie in a ditch
Defeated one more time
Barely able to twitch
Will is turning to slime

As mental paralysis
Is taking me over
Numbing brain is trying
To produce one last analysis

Last thought is screaming
There is no redeeming,
The fight was always futile
The life was meant to be brutal,

As hardened heart is fading
And the world seems to be shading,
Comes the last glimmer of hope
Saying, no more you have to cope

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