So full of dust and unyielding pain,

The stress and gains all etched in them,

In every first encounter we've had,

I'm not sure I get your point of view,

I'm afraid and weak,

Not by design,

Sleep just eluded me,

Here I type in the middle of the night,

My soul has died and barely alive,

This constant banging makes me sad,

In everything that doesn't make sense,

All that comes my way,

In everything I face here,

The battle gong plays in my mind,

Things look up and down at times,

I'm afraid that this could be the end,

In the midst of all my flaws,

I'm at the end of the rope,