Burn-Out
Weighing down my eyelids,
Forming aging wrinkles
A smooth blankness coating
Where laughter once left crinkles...
Sucking dry my energy
The parasite that promises lies
An incentive of false success
From a loss of time I despise
I never asked for this.
I asked for achievements so prized.
Instead I received exhaustion
A mischievous fate unwittingly devised
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Of The Soul
PuisiCalamity, joy, anger, zeal... The list goes on. Connotations follow connotations. Emotions ever-changing and quite as diverse as the colours of our skin. For years thoughts fly through our head. Quotes, poetry and words that can colour in our world...
