Feb 6
Exhaustion hits me like a cloud.
Not hard and fast as one might imagine.
But slow, and gentle almost.
And I never really know how heavy it is until I feel it's weight on my shoulders.
When I'm begging for rest that doesn't come.
'Cause my busy mind gnashes the drowsiness away.
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Poetry For The Lost People
Poetry365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
