Exhaustion hangs so heavy
like an achor ‘round my neck
I cannot stand nor straighten
pinned ‘neath enervation’s wreck
no way to lift nor shift this anvil
by which I’m dragged and bound
no energy remains
to tug’n lug this heft around
weary from this strain
of keeping eyelids full at mast
I’ll sink into the sea of slumber
falling falling fast
into the deepest realm of Somnus
my fears and worries drown
dropping into depths of dreams
drifting fathoms fathoms down
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rob kistner © 2021
Poetry at: dVerse
