I M Tired Ii Poem by donald kuutsi

Each time l take a glance at the mirror, all l see is the broken life lines, as the reflection haunts my soul and memory, l m tired of this reflection, wide awake @ night the reflection and the afflication won't leave my thoughts, tried to smoke ports to ease the thoughts, hope used to keep me going and strong now lts being pushed @the edge of the cliff by the memories haunting mee, only peace exists in my dreams, screaming eagle carbernet sauvigion hennessy take my energy away into a deep sleep where peace only exist, because l m tired