I am so tired in my entirety
locked in a strange encounter
to the dead is tied my subtlety
still I attempt to stride alive and free
but it feels as if I lost all connection
for the trivial pursuit of perfection
and turned into a faceless ghost
turbidly resting on a dusty shelf
becoming one with milk and toast
I am so tired in my entirety
the bleak blades of blames
they don't cut me anymore
so do the prospects and hopes
they don't touch me entirely
dissolved in the acidity of reality
['I Am Tired' by Alyx True Edge,2024]
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