Endure the Passing Phase

My heart, buried in desert sand dunes,
My ears, listening to the saddest tunes.
My soul, reeling from the fall from grace,
My spirit, enduring the passing phase.

My mind, thinking of my past mistakes,
My body, tired from the pain and aches.
My legs, weary from the lonely bends,
My skin, weathered from the strong winds.

My brain, scrambled from analyzation,
My nose, stuffy from no ventilation.
My mouth, out of words to speak aloud,
My ora, overstimulated by the busy crowd.

My feet, the distance is so far ahead,
My arms, the weight is to much to bear.
My spirit, giving up and giving in,
My God, with me until the very end.