Tired.

Every day I wake up

Shake off the cobwebs

Stretch up skywards

Lay back down

 

Every day I make up

New reasons to have one

Two or three and then some

Never question why

 

Every days a struggle

Energy eludes me

You can see right through me

But the thing is I don’t care

 

Every day I look in

The mirror for my manners

My sallow skin remembers

Everything that I have done

 

Every day I wake up

Bid good morning to my maker

Then up to add another layer

Of grey beneath my eyes

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Queen of Sorrow ►

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