Fatigue has taken me at last.
My energy is falling fast.
Resistance is of no avail,
My pupils drifting without fail.

Eyelids drop. No more strength.
Pulling me to sleep at length.
Must not slip into this snare.
Yet it seems so peaceful there.

Muscles limp, breathing slow.
Sounds around me turn down low.
I take my final glance before
My vision dies. I lose the war.

My mind has hoisted up its sail,
Lifting off cruel limit’s veil.
We’re drifting now, yes, you and I,
On silver waters here. Good night.


by Radhika Ramana

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