fatigue sits on me like a cloak,
heavy so my back droops under the weight.
cold prickles my naked arms,
chilling so the tears begin to fall.
tears seep like poison from my eyes,
intoxicating and flowing like the river.
memories haze my vision,
crystal clear as if they happen as I watch them.
time ticks away to dust,
as I sit in this dark lonely corner of the world.
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3.2 | The End of Infinity
Poetrywe hide our inner pain behind smiles filled with hope. until, the hope evaporates and everything has g o n e . [poetry by a]
