Monday, November 27, 2017

Weary To The Bone

Eyes burn like grit is in them
Dull pain through every limb 
and that ache in the back stabs again and again 
and again

The taste in the mouth
like stale coffee and ash
and your attention can wander
so might start to crash

Rage flares easily, sparked by any slight annoyance
but there is not much fight
the embers kicked over, through up some sparks, 
but the fire in your heart has little heat and even less light.

no joy
no smile
no thought
no fear
and all the while

It does not end

Weary to the Bone
you continue.

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