Always so weary,
With fatigue in my bones,
It seems there's no rest,
For my weary heart and soul.
A longing for rest,
From the constant fatigue,
To find sweet escape,
From this exhausting state.
But still I carry on,
With a heavy load upon my back,
A burden of fatigue,
That seems never to slack.
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I had a friend who constantly overworked themself and I rephrased how they described it to me
Dec. 31, 2023
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𝐎𝐡, 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥.
PoetryMy soul speaks as my soul will. Do not silence it. Some of those poems are just for fun but in the end, they were all written by me, so please don't take any credit from them 1k reads on 24.02.24
