Like a dry leaf, I am strewn,
Like a drought patch, I am withered,
No spring nor oasis to resurrect me,
The dryness and hardness, my final grave...
Tiredness - mental and physical,
Lethargy beyond the realms of normalcy,
Happiness is a chore, sadness a necessity,
Bygone days, reversing what the present demands...
I am mute, I am deaf...
I am blind, I am deformed...
I am shattered and scared,
But a confidante never in my sight...
Time is short, tide is high...
An athlete I have become,
Competing against fate, competing against destiny...
Though, a failure is what I will remain for eternity!
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I loved this...very effervescent
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