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Tierd
Tired are your thoughts
Tired is your mind
But you can not fall asleep
Or you'll be left behind
Poems on the topic: fatigue
Poems on the topic “fatigue” on Poets.by.
exhaustion
I am tired,
not for lack of rest -
no, I slept quite well last night,
and I've had my coffee.
it's something deeper, something
inherently present, in the
fibres of my skin,
in my tendons, in my eyes.
I am exhausted,
fatigued by life,
by the noise and the silence,
the people, and
the empty rooms,
light and dark;
hope and
despair.
Run Dry
As I lay here I am blank
I have no real purpose and a thousand worries
Without much faith I try to cry
I'm tired of feeling
I'm tired of everything
I'm just trying to cry
Thoughts easily overlap each other
No real purpose in life
I try to cry
But I have run dry
Aphasia
What we came to expect from that gradual cadence
was the feeling that nothing remained
to be said, a harbinger
of colder and more desolate fortunes.
"She buys more socks." As if that sudden switch
to the present tense were a panacea
for the glum architecture...
not only these dark corners
but also those which already were
bright as day.
Which was the least of my extrapolations.
The thickets, their self-indulgent fragments,
confronted my blazer; but more generally,
a slowness and a marked tendency
to fatigue, that generous euphemism,
took the cake.
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