outlived my every wish

I have outlived my every wish, each dear dream seen rudely broken, and naught remains but woe and plaint, sole heritage of vacant heart. Despoiled by storms of jealous fate; The tree of life has faded fast; I live in grief and loneliness, and wait in hope, the end may come. As when the last, forgotten leaf, that quivers on the naked branch, by nipping frost is sudden caught, and shriek of winter’s storm is heard.