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A prose of tiredness
You look tired and sick,full of flooded dread,an ocean of worry abound in your head.
A disaster of sorts crashes on through
A tree falls in the distance,can it be heard by you?
A tornado of thoughts fill your brain,an epic journey from which only brings pain.
Can any of this come to an end,the worry,the confusion,their menacing grins.
Where we once heard laughter we now carry fear,where we once comforted each other,we now stay clear.
So maybe you are tired and sick,sick of this nonsense that seems to never end.
Well,let's just be strong and continue to carry on.
© dimples5feet3
A disaster of sorts crashes on through
A tree falls in the distance,can it be heard by you?
A tornado of thoughts fill your brain,an epic journey from which only brings pain.
Can any of this come to an end,the worry,the confusion,their menacing grins.
Where we once heard laughter we now carry fear,where we once comforted each other,we now stay clear.
So maybe you are tired and sick,sick of this nonsense that seems to never end.
Well,let's just be strong and continue to carry on.
© dimples5feet3
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