As I began to grow weary,
and everything began to slow,
I found myself a long ways weary
unable to capture ebb and flow.
The wheels inside began to slow
and everything stood still.
The wind's then harsh, yet gentle blow
could not move them 'til...
red all over, body aching,
pounding painful in my head,
throbbing, sharps pain in ears taking
what breath was left, what breath has fled,
walking felt like feeling breaking,
all revealed inside my dread.
Thoughts played deep within those dreary
far off places I never knew,
but indeed knew from feeling weary,
feeling sleepy, feeling blue...
and the feeling, feeling weary
stayed forever true.
-LJ
24 & 25 February 2016
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