Solstice musings

I sit here, my eyes getting blurry,
My ears their ringing will not stop;
My breathing, though heavier, does not deliver
And at times I wish it would just stop.

My throat tighter still,
My toes and fingers numb;
No life in my flaccid member,
would to death I succumb

No predator a threat to me
Save my racing mind;
An answer to this burning question
I will never find

What purpose to save me,
A life without value, yet to find
What purpose to soldier on;
Why not stop my foolish mind.