No more from me

Through the walls i hear the drum
the constant deep dum dum dum

coming for me even when i sleep
into my dreams it slowly seeps

it comes closer not afraid
and i know my life cannot be saved

for I'm the only one nearly extinct
the last inspiration though his
mind shall still think

hes lost all he knows no more poems for him
so little though the light grows dim

how i wish i could be more but I'm afraid I'm all out
so I'll be finished and stand proud and stout

wish i could be inspired by one last thing
but I'm afraid they've all flown on the wing

this shall be my last poem to write
this my last poem shall be my last till i die