Brycycle

tired.

put simply,

it’s exhausting.

 

day in day out

this ball of sadness,

drains me.

 

simply,

it’s exhausting.

 

day in day out,

small things

ruin my mood.

 

simply,

exhausting.

 

all day every day,

my mind is attacking me

and it feels never ending.

 

i’m just exhausted.

Comments4

  • Olivia.

    Hopefully something soon will lift your spirits. Your poem definitely lifted mine as I thought it was beautiful and very raw. X

    • Brycycle

      thank you

    • dusk arising

      In empty days after empty days we can turn in on ourselves. It's pandemic.

      • Brycycle

        ❤️

      • Goldfinch60

        It is so true at th moment but the light is there and will be full upon us soon.
        (Just look at the fill moon this morning to see the light).

        Andy

        • Brycycle

          ❤️

        • L. B. Mek

          a raw and vulnerable write,
          I hope you find a sustainable source of solace, but the mere fact that you're writing and externalising your lament is a hopeful sign, sharing helps divide up our problems into more manageable bundles,
          so keep doing what you're doing, get it out of your system, exhaust yourself completely - if need be,
          then maybe you can rebuild, from the ground up and insure your new foundations are better prepared for the inevitable turmoil that life brings
          thanks for sharing!

          • Brycycle

            thank you ❤️



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