I'm so so tired
I feel so massively weary
My eyelids droop from exhaustion
But my mind will never let me sleep
I feel my lungs running out
My whole chest cavity is melting down
And my heavy breaths make not a sound
As the oxygen moves away from me
My worn feet seem to meet no ground
Like the trodden path cannot be found
And as I finally turn around
I see no road for the weary
YOU ARE READING
In the Garden Primeval, where I'll pray for you.
PoetryI have a plan for you You'll deal with it all And with the weight of the world on your shoulders you'll face a fall People won't catch you Many times But I'll pray for you They'll come in time
