I Need Rest
Resting my eyes
On a bed of skulls
Dead inside
Forgive me for I have sinned
My weakness
Is caring too much
And carrying a burden
I shouldn't be carrying
My garden is full of weeds
Growing over the dead roses
My eyes were once vibrant
Now they're sullen holes
I'm not a machine
But I've still broken down
Resting my eyes
On a bed of skulls
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2018
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