Tired
Terror, joy, heartbreak, and sadness
Push our souls to the edge of madness.
We strive for happiness,
But fail into gloom.
Are we coming closer to our doom?
Withheld and withdrawn,
Our feelings are gone.
Unentertained and uninspired,
by the end of the day our hearts are tired.
Copyright © S. Grace | Year Posted 2017
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