Tired doesn't sum up
The exhaustion running as the marrow
Through my bones,
This inability to
Keep my eyelids open a second longer.
And tired doesn't convey
The deep sense of satisfaction,
Of contentment,
That fills each yawning breath
As I drift off to sleep.
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PoetryI am a stargazer, Tracing constellations Through galaxies of free floating thought, Distilling the contents of my scattered mind Into clearer images, And painting them across the insides Of my night-dark eyelids. ~~~~~~~~~~ HIGHEST RANK: #118 (6/20...
