Back on the board again
writing, and thinking.
My mind in gear
turning, and turning,
winding, and rusting.

Life tugged on my strings pulling my heart along the line.

The truth is, I’m tired.
I’m aloud to give up
when it’s called for.
Yet I still fight with my struggle.
I won’t make up my mind.

Should I set for just awhile?

My legs are so tired,
My bones are weak,
My heart has a rusted beat.

Lay me down so I may sleep awhile.


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