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Worn Through The Soul
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Soul Poetry Like an old shoe
that took one too many steps,
I am overused and beaten up.
Exhaustion, has become
the constant companion
to my pain.
Both,
never leaving my side,
they trail me all the way.
I'm too tired
to keep up this trudging,
this pace of death.
I only wish to pause awhile,
for weariness has overcome
and agony, ever-present.
Mind, body and soul
are threadbare and worn through
to the edges of an already frayed sanity.
They say, 'no rest for the weary'
and I'm more than convinced
of its truth.
I just want to sleep.
I just want to relax.
I just want it all to end.
