Tiresome
How is it, that such a young soul can feel so old?
Why is it that a person in their prime feels so tired?
Could there be a kind one out there who can help you out of this choke hold.
Help you wake in the morning and grace you with the ability to live.
Why is it, that such a young soul feels so old?
“Please God have mercy on my soul!”
“Please God save me from myself and give me strength!”
Again you pray but an insufficient prayer.
You fool!
Stand up tall!
Only you have control!
But it is that which worries you…
Only you have control…
Your hands shake from the thought that only you have control.
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