"my mind is
where wisdom fell
too tired to find
its own way home"
...stick with me the most, probably on account of the wisdom they contain (sort of like staring up at the night sky searching for answers only to stumble over some unseen rock in the dark and querying as to its memory of rain).
i'm so out of practice at making useful comment, or of making use of my weary brain at all, might take a while to get back into the swing of things.
This reminds me of one of your other pieces I read recently. I'm taking this as a loss of self/life so that the struggle has become too much, and yet the loss of the feeling is grieved hard. Death won't make it any less unreachable and only promises nothing but the continuance of sleep.
I found your 3 strophe too abstract or too intellectual for my poor brain to compute. Stones that were never there, mocking symbols ;okpoho;hhji4i]-09 See. I'm malfunctioning.