Listless eyes are playing
a game of exhaustion ,
Hands bother the rush of drooping eyes
I am sitting on a desk with a pen in hand ,
I am tired
In the morning, since the birds chirp their first cacophony
When the first wetness of the day births the dew on the grass
Once all beings , quite and rodent are beginning their day with sound amid sequences
I am tired
Having bathed ,
clothed,
brushed
F ought
Loved, liked
Like an ever awake goddess suffering youth
I decide to complain with destiny
Trying that , I feel tired .
Heal this sense
Burn this mind
Shatter my womb with ions
Its time
For thus …
i am
F
A
L
L
I
N
G .
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