A Dizzy Head
A dizzy head from a busy life,
From fighting all the pain and strife.
No loving arms to comfort me,
But instead whatever will be will be.
No rest for the weary is there is sight.
Just a racing heart both day and night.
A weakened body, and a weakened mind.
No rest or comfort can I find.
No consolation, how this is true!
The things I should not, but I still do.
Fighting a headache, and fighting stress,
Even though I do my best.
I’m battle scared but still I fight.
My dizzy head from a busy life.
Copyright © Brandlynn Young | Year Posted 2006
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