Fatigue
Fatigue rests in the foggy recesses
Mindful of the deprivation
Of the door about to close
Before the eyes wide shut
That lingers below the lids of madness
Waiting to shout at sleep that
Yells at processes of thought soaked havoc
Copyright © Mark Trichet | Year Posted 2014
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