And all morning easing all your screams
And now I stumble blindly, hoping to see
A less weary version of this exhausted me
But dishes need washing, tears need wiped
And it feels as if my last breath just got swiped
Still I keep moving and everything gets done
But it never quite feels like I have won
So pull me back for a quieter dream
Take a moment, forget whatever scheme
Would have me running and just let me rest
Close to your heart, you know that is best
Cure for this total exhaustion before it takes me
Back to a place no mortal eyes can see
Next to the last day of poetry month.
Did you write yourself a poem yet?
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