Sunday, August 19, 2007

081607

Beat, so beat
can't even rise to move my feet
just beat.

Exhaustion- overwhelming
filling my veins with heavy
thick mud lethargy.

The lids of my eyes
get an extra dose,
insist to close

and body, weighted,
finds absolute comfort
in any rest.

radiate, medicate
and fake the rate
of dreams I bate.

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