Tired Soul

Tired Soul

Eyes transfixed
I have seen it all.
fight I must 
though I am broken.
When did light stop shining?
Slowly 
every so slowly
the East becomes the West
Day becomes night
and hope loses it flavour.
like sand bag that looses it essence
I too am left empty
unable to stand.
So here I will rest 
until I am able
to make it home...

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Simone

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