What’s left?

Gazing at the reflection of my existence

I feel bereft

Is my life finished?

Asking myself, "What's left?"

Seeing my faint likeness

Into my soul is a cleft

Strength is gone

Asking myself, "What's left?"

Studying my dark eyes

My troubles are too heavy to heft

No stamina in my appearance

Asking myself, "What's left?"

Direct stare into the mirror

Desiring for death to come deft

An incomplete image

Asking myself, "What's left?"