Coming undone

It’s just a long day. It’s just tiredness,

But jaded eyes don’t see a way out.

The body beat brutally by restlessness,

But pride keeps shushing bitter mouth.


The mallet of circumstance crushed

The bones; the hopes; the silly faith.

The spirit ruined, grinded to mush,

I fell like favorite trouble’s bait.


The day will end. I will survive,

I’ll do the job, head held up high.

But it’s today – I shake, scream, cry;

Wishing just to roll over and die.


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