Unraveled, My Time Is Done Poem by Rik Bertrand

I am unraveled, undone, I have come untied,
My existence is not real, my soul has been tried.
I move but I do not seem to travel in space,
I am a shoe, worn and torn missing a lace.

I cry, but I have not tears to fall to my cheek,
I am cracked and I think I have a mortal leak.
I am losing the fluid of life, my heart is weak,
The future I see for me is black and bleak.

I was once strong, loved, and a good man,
I now crawl through this life in the cold wet sand,
The waves splash upon my sorrow, hiding my pain
I feel the pounding of death through the pouring rain.

Unraveled, undone, untied, and sourly deprived,
I have had one piece of goodness that kept me alive.
It was you; yes you, who are reading this poem,
You kept me alive, so the world I could roam.

Don't take it lightly the power you hold,
It is hidden in your heart in a lovers fold.
I see it in your smile, and your soft subtle looks.
It's the love that you read about, in all of the books.

I shall never have what I see in your smile,
But at least it will help me stay warm for awhile.
I am unraveled, undone, and I have come untied,
I know that I am close to the end of my ride.

Bare with me, hear me, and try to understand,
That I was once a very strong and decent man
I lived my life true, and I loved with my heart
It's just that my life has slowly fallen apart.

I wish you all well, and I give you my love,
And I will be looking down on you from far above.
Take care now, be good, and may you all be well,
My angel is here now, so I must say farewell.

REB (FEB 2012) I am dreaming this isn't real