Tope Abigail Larayetan
Nov 3 · 1 min read

Day 307/365: Tired...

I have lost my strength
Grown faint in the face of steaming adversity
Bones ail
Heart sunk in unshakable slumber
Eyes twitch as I usher in a bout of crying fits
Skin droops from bone
Heart becomes stone

I have grown frail
Tired of leaving pieces of myself in open air
Giving, sharing
Shedding
With nothing, noone, to revive me from this well

I am tired.

Tope Abigail Larayetan

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Human, Literary Enthusiast, Wordsmith and Poet.

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