In deep exhaustion, I fade away, My essence charred by burdened days. Once vibrant soul, now fractured, torn, Lost in the fires where trials were born. I search for threads that once held tight, But grasp at scars, not healing light. Wounds too deep, their marks remain, Echoes of loss, whispers of pain. Drawn to the depths where memories sting, Cherished moments, now bitter things. In this void, I drift, alone, Clinging to hope, once brightly shone. A glimmer I seek, faint and far, A light to guide, a fallen star. Relentless struggle, I yearn to feel The joy, the warmth that once was real. Yet somewhere still, an ember burns, A fragile flame that slowly turns, Waiting to rise, to reignite The soul I fear may never find its light.