Burned.out.
A poem


Burned.out.

by the author

How many lives

have I lived

and faces

have I put on

ever since I woke up

this very day and

all the days before.

Filled with all the plans

and goals

set by one mind

for only one single hand to reach.

It is days like these reminding me that

the soul I call home has many windows

and that a day with its

poor

twenty four hours

too little light to shine through them all.

 

 

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