I’m Tired

I’m tired.
heavy lucid eyes yearn to close
chest pains refusing to subside
thunder and lightening strike inward pathways,
reaching out for sleep, to rest my anxieties
holding on to the world that is awake
gazing past the moment that ignites my dying soul,
forget serenity, tranquility and happiness
twisted and tumbled into a rusty hole with no end
slowly entertaining dark fires of my mind
I’m tired…
By B. L. Crisp

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