A Poet's Dying Breath
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Tired
Tired,
tired,
so tired.
Exhastion drags at every movement,
fatigue makes my steps heavy.
Oh why did I stay up late to read?
Why?
The book was great,
but as my mind quickly flees insanity,
I am missing sleep.
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