I should of known
The sun would refuse to shine in my soul
Water dries before it nourishes
My heavy heart hastens a long journey
Amongst the tears and valleys the slow moving earth
Sphere and axis foreboding a wretched watch
Spinning wheels mark a path of…
How many mixed metaphors can there be in one poem?
I am losing grasp on my existence
I hate where I am at
Will it get better
My exhaustion is at a level I can't contain
Sleep does no good
Pain reaches deep
No rest even sleeping more than awake
The pain is all too real
I have been here before
This poem is more depressing than relieving
Reducing the scary truths
Ouch Ouch Ouch is all I can say.
~May 30, 2016
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