The World as I Know it

Sweat has lingered on my brow
For many a year
Dreams, intense and vivid,
Have been my food
Third of sixty-something:
A title long-hard won.

Yet what have my troubles brought?
A horrible, terrifying sound;
Listen! The grinding, twisting, screeching, stopping sound,
Which is my future.
My beautiful Dreams, once so colorful and near,
Are Now an unmeasurable distance away.
In their wake,
There is Darkness.
No Hope, No Light.