Exhausted
Exhausted
With my own feelings, thoughts and entire perceptions, I am totally exhausted.
The moment I cherished so joyfully lingers away in the dusk, and I am exhausted.
The Crack that is widening every day rushes over and over, I am becoming protective but not too much as I am afraid of my own tenderness and I am exhausted.
In my own loneliness, I find my own little world. In my own exhaustion, I find a way better paved but oasis of wind sweeps it afraid.
Nowhere, I find solace, rough thoughts, helicon deeds twitch me and push back so hard. I am exhausted with the baffled thoughts I hear.
Life was all better in my tenderness
But today I am exhausted and I solemnly embrace.