Sunday, December 6

tired poem

It Is Always Late

all day long
I am late for
something

constant
run behinds
with sensations
of fatigue

this is not sad

it is just
the grind
the daily
challenges

weariness
can always
be conquered

even if I must
fall into chairs
and fall asleep fast
and always be plan

there ways
to sustain

I find them
in you
wherever you are

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