Tired

Exhaustion is nothing new,

Keep moving, never stop,

Have to keep following through.

Pile on more, it has to be done,

In this swirling vortex I spin,

And suddenly I’m coming undone.

Slipping down this darkened slide,

I’m falling further into the darkness,

Someone stop this maddened ride.

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Down

Suddenly I can’t breathe,

pressure is applied to my chest,

and my will drains away from me.

I’m too tired to fight,

To battered and bloody to care,

I wait, as this feeling reaches its height.

Staggering back with pain,

I feel as if I could fall right now,

I welcome the rest, let me lay.

I’m so strong, until I’m not,

And right now I feel the ground move,

I sway, it takes one more heavy shot.

Get up off the mat, you’re a fighter

My vision’s blurred, my heart burned,

I’m down for the count, feeling lighter.

Like a feather, gently resting,

I feel as I lay bleeding,

Let me go, set me free.