Tiredness has consumed me,
continually lapping over me,
it can't be cured by sleep
although I yearn for that oblivion.
I'm tired in every sense:
my eyelids are heavy,
circles prominent under my eyes,
and emotionally.
Emotionally I am exhausted
from feeling too much and too little.
And from the battles I fight
lengthy and painful
against myself and the world.
I seem to be losing,
but maybe that means rest.
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PoetryI write because emotion spills out of me. This is a collection of my poems and other writing. "My words are tiny pieces of me, each one specially woven just for you. And I will give, and give, and give, and give, until I am nothing and I become your...
