And yet my vision may deceive as guide

As heavy blankets hurt my tender joints
So bills unpaid weigh on my    flattened heart
And tasks I can’t complete  to  hell do point
And darkness does my soul  long time assault

Yet to the innocent who pass me by
These  black demonic ills are hard to see
And  though I trudge they seem to think I fly
While my heart sinks and soon no more will be.

What  being will caress my tender limbs
And soften muscles now as hard as steel?
What  human arm will drag me from the rim
Of well so deep its waters have congealed?

And yet  my vision may deceive  as guide
Blind fantasy sees mice  as lions wild.