Darkness covers my forehead
like a bridal veil of a woman unwed.
Sluggish, slow, yet reeling.
Dampening to all feeling.
A fatigue unique and ubiquitous.
Hairsbreadth behind the line— a risk.
Closing eyes now, praying when opened this will fade
like a drowsy bird suddenly awake and out of cage.
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Every Last Drop
诗歌for hard times. for the lonely late nights. and the tears we cry. every last drop. * all rights reserved
