Weariness.
"How red my setting sun appears, How lurid looks this soul of mine!"-H.W.L.
I.
Sometimes you get tired
Tired in a way sleep doesn't fix
You wake up breathing heavily
Like you climbed a hundred stairs
In your restless sleep
Your joints crack and grind
And you feel saggy and old in your mind
Your heart feels
Rusty and cracked
Creaking with each beat
And you sigh as you breathe
Trapped in infinite fatigue
There is a tiredness in me
That won't leave
II.
I'm heart weary in words I can't express
The years have aged my soul
Like a crumbling headstone
My name flattens in the ground
And one day
No one will know where my heart has gone
It's smooth as stone
Weariness
Has stripped me to the bone
III.
There is no peace
For the child who survived
To give to the adult to thrive
2021
About the Creator
Vivian Clarke
Third-culture-kid-now-adult with a melancholic disposition trying to make sense of life, like anyone else.
I live for my daughter, cats, and coffee.
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