Fatigue Poems - Poems about Fatigue

I read the news.  I want to flee. I have "hate fatigue" you see. I don't wish to add more fuel, by saying, "cowardly and cruel", or calling discourse national ignorant or irrational. I might note that hate causes pain, misery, hurt, and more hate again, spreading as freely as a virus, like the flu or hepatitis. It can take on many forms. I hope racism...

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A mouse, quite the agile small chap, Played hide-and-seek, right in cat's lap. The cat, with a yawn, Said, "This game's gone on, I'm napping, you rodent, perhaps?" ©bfa032225 ...

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It is an unfortunate reality, Those most able to tie word and misery - Are most often the least spoken. They are capable of divining the self, Pulling out streams of emotion. - Emotion that is far heavier than simple tears. The words pull at their friends' heartstrings, Puppeteering their empathy, Taking all the warmth that they had too. That's the curse of an...

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Let me fall asleep. Wake me up the next morning. Please just leave me be....

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they ache from bending hot day picking.... union of voices spanish tongue in produce fields dusty sweating farmworkers.... wanting needing more bread...

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Every time you slammed the door Every time you dropped the call Every time you yell at me through and through I get tired too. Every time you passed before me Every time complaints ring upon me Every time murmurs being me I get tired too. Am I your emotions punching bag? Am I your...

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We run towards fear when fear is familiar. My energy was left in last weeks trash that my roommate took out two days ago. When they found it, they noticed it was glued to a heart and soul. Lifeless and empty, they left it there to be. A new feeling, so dull, had engulfed my body. How will...

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Gone is the long day, filled with how and why ...

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Just another long afternoon Of another long long day Mind numbing weariness That just won’t go away. My eyelids are heavy I just want to sleep For once no need To be counting sheep The cat is staring at me In almost hypnotic control It’s so intense as though He’s penetrating my soul. I break his gaze with A great effort of will I feel in my...

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You feel that tension deep within your soul, momento mori, you are on a clock, inside are many stories to be told, but within your mind they seem firmly locked. The energy to take them, make them words, drains away with the weakness of the flesh, trying to make them real sometimes just hurts, and what you write reeks with the stink...

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Compassion Fatigue Resentment looks a lot like Narcan in a sharp and feels like it’s forcing out my will. I grab them both; Naloxone and the tarp, the outcome undetermined by my skill. Same guy, same place, same drug; third time today, his unresponsive body cold to touch. Compassion has fatigued and crawled away, when I see something tiny in his clutch; A crucifix,...

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Never feel fatigued, For there is more to explore Always in this world....

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Emotional fatigue courtesy exhaustive vituperative harangue... Lobbed and unleashed upon the heads of (yours truly and the missus) so called selfish "monsters." The evening of Wednesday April 19th witnessed us (birth parents of our first born) weathering blistering telephonic brickbats. She (unnamed eldest daughter) spewed venomous bilious froth across aforementioned medium encompassing quite a few hours. Upon being queried how costly the purchase of pre owned 2020 Hyundai...

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Junior league Army fatique Build a store Go to war Make a collection Get an infection Put on airs In cross hairs Safe and sound Boots on the ground Price some clothes Urine glows Comfort zone Combat zone Get a bank loan Airplane flown Junior League Army fatigue Build a store Go to war...

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I I arose with a grateful heart Disciplined by the Scripture I lack the smarts or the art To fake it till I make it, Sister II When I have done daily devotions Talked & prayed with passers by And still feel sad, no explanations I stop thinking: say prayers from memory ## I am grateful for any question, Victors today, as we whivstudy theology,...

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