Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Weary

* weary *
This blade is dulled
This genius worn
Spark snuffed out
Lethargy surrounding
Sargasso Sea of fact
I move neither
Forward nor back
Motionless and energyless
Dissipated and collapsed
A shadow's shadow
Of what once was
A tired nothing
Turning homeward
Beaten and curled
By a daily day too long.

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