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Lethargy

I’m tired.

By Antoinette RussellPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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I’m not a warrior, I am a worrier

Two ends of the spectrum

But very easy to confuse.

My mind is infected with negative thoughts.

The possibilities wear me down.

I fight with all my might to reduce the likelihood of a misfortunate event.

I force every breath out of my system to conquer the day.

I’m tired.

I’m not a worrier, I am a warrior

One is mental, the other physical

But very easy to confuse.

Every opponent waiting patiently in line to dismantle me.

I dwell on the strength that I lack.

I cry at every loss I have to accept and resent the scars that permanently mark my body.

I’m tired.

Exhaustion travels through my mind

Oozing into my blood cells.

I don’t know how much more I can take.

Maybe I’m neither. Maybe I’m just a living corpse.

sad poetry
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