Lacuna
by Zamzam Ahmed
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Drained
Every waking hour of every day
Like a hum
Never leaving
Never gone
I can't seem to get out of bed, my body is lead
My motivation misled
Everything inside me, dead
Not quite sadness
Not quite madness
It isn't that I'm feeling blue
Even though I suppose that is also true
I guess
I'm just done
With this life that I've spun
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