In dimness, I wander slow,
Still here, burdened with a piss bag in tow.
The weight of sorrow, a heavy flow,
Drains my spirit, an endless undertow.

Life's vibrant hues have faded away,
Like a withered flower, my heart's now gray.
A melody of pain, a constant replay,
In this somber morning, I stay.

Dreams once bloomed,...