Fatigue wasn't just tiredness
but a physical heavy weight
pulling and clawing on my skin.
I feel my consciousness shrink within,
my mind a hollow piece of tin
Words echo off each metal surface,
I mistrace them wondering the purpose
to witness talk that is so cheap,
so meaningless and obsolete.
YOU ARE READING
liberation
Poetrycollection of poems and thoughts my heart and brain cut open , fragments of my soul spooled onto digital pages. With every word typed , I experience a taste of liberation
