Exhaust
My limbs grow weak from the weight I carry.
The grave is deep and I’m feeling buried.
I try my best to raise my head.
Body already feeling dead.
I do what I can to make it through.
Never giving up is what I will do.
Exhaust hits hard like a freight train.
Better yet like a bullet to the brain.
Copyright © Brandon Schwartz | Year Posted 2018
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