I am tired behind my eyes
and in the spaces between my toes
the aching melancholy
wanders into my body
muddles my mind
leaves my throat closed and dry
cold with lack of inspiration
sad songs make me limp
a heart infected with
chords of the past
I hunger for relief
from this exhaustion
heavy and weak
I succumb
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 5:09 AM UTC
I am tired behind my eyes
and in the spaces between my toes
the aching melancholy
wanders into my body
muddles my mind
leaves my throat closed and dry
cold with lack of inspiration
sad songs make me limp
a heart infected with
chords of the past
I hunger for relief
from this exhaustion
heavy and weak
I succumb
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