I'm tired
Exhausted
Drained
Depleted
I feel a storm a-brewing
I know not if I can weather it
To tired to fret
My intuition eluding
It might be a ending
I'll tread until I can't
Might find a buoy to grab ahold
Mind over matter
Gets you only so far
I'll worry about that on the marrow
For now no goodbyes
I'll go rest my eyes
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Tide (Poems)
PoetryTides are always changing The sun and the moon arranging Beauty and destruction Like a artistic production Its all in the journey of riding the tide of life First place winner at the We are writers awards. Copyrighted,All Rights Reserved
