Transitions

I drink, i bleed and weep, for all that is gone, and all that still remains. I have no substance in this life, i have no strength to carry on, through this desolate land. If deep travail be my lot, if i must persevere, through futile tasks to no avail. Then i would be released, from flesh and blood, from life itself. I have served my master well, through endless day, and endless night. I feel so cold,so very tired, now i see the end, take me now, i am yours. I surrender,i surrender all, to hopeless hope, as i hear your distant call. I hear the sound of distant drums, as you bid me come, from this life to the next. I see your smile, i feel your touch, as i lay me down. Now let me rest, leave me in peace, until it is time to go.