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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