My soul feels like a withering rose as if the winter dawn has falling <br />early upon me for the last once more <br /> <br />My body feels weak, tired, and beaten like it could travel not even one more GOD forsaken lonely mile <br /> <br />For I wish to rekindle under a twinkling star to let the dark kindred skies Rain wash over my very mortal soul<br /><br />Randy Hogan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/star-57/
