Tired soul
The place seems dim,
There is a cloud of heaviness on my eye lids
I stay awake with the resounding memories of the day
I have to, I have to push myself
Helplessness in the soul
A hot wind of discouragement
Feeling in the darkness of mystery
Weakness drops over me
Like a weight of a hundred yawns
Goodnight world…
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