Disheartened

I see no light at the end of this tunnel.

I feel no breath of love on my skin.

I hear no beasts of the wild mating.

I am far too used to the sound of nothing.

I am introspective about that thing called death.

I am over the cliff but dangling on.

My spirit's pilot light is gradually dimming.

My will once strong is badly compromised.

It seems like there are no more options 

Mentality of the prey and not the ptedator. 

This is what it means to be disheartened.