Withered

I lay in this bedridden state
The passage of time slowing
A prayer of peace before I depart

One last breath

Light dissolves as this world fades
I escape into my thoughts
The distant memories of better times bring tears to my eyes

Trapped in this bleak room
A gallery of mechanical life
Incremental survival

I watch as time begins to cease
I watch as time collapses

Overlooking the past, the moments spent on earth
What fruits have I labored for?
What crops have I sown?

The prayers, the service
It has all come down to this
I've done the best I can
Made His holy purpose my only mission

His fire surrounds this heart slowly beating
This is the final harvest of my life