The End OF Me A wall of pain to burst my being And all the days of my life. It disassembled pieces of me, but I try to pick them up. I take time to reassemble but I can't seem to get it right. Missing parts of me, my soul. The pain impairs my sight To lift the weights off me That I carry day to day I'll be lighter yet from the heaviest pain This day I desire to see Or it will be the end of me. DLB