A strong weariness
has taken over the worn out shell
that is my own
no amount of rest
can cure
As each day passes
more reasons will be made
to give into temptation
and revert to old habits
from simpler times
Though these thoughts will linger
they will be nothing more
than faint whispers through the night
If these days find ways
to go on
than I
must do the same
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 3:54 PM UTC
A strong weariness
has taken over the worn out shell
that is my own
no amount of rest
can cure
As each day passes
more reasons will be made
to give into temptation
and revert to old habits
from simpler times
Though these thoughts will linger
they will be nothing more
than faint whispers through the night
If these days find ways
to go on
than I
must do the same