A Poem: Endings

Little life left, nothing flowing through my veins,
running on empty, I'm going insane.
Driving lightless, the moonlight guides me,
my path distinct, yet hard to see.
Shady figures surround, how much further will I go,
little drive within, at times I don't know.
My shadow following close, like my past always near,
a reminder of where I've been, how my future is unclear.
I'm running in circles, I've been here before,
trodden down this same path, walked through this same door.
My sanity in question, my resolve is too,
unsure as I am, I know what to do.

One step at a time, is all I can take,
this life will pass me by, what of it shall I make?