Heavy eyelids
want to fall.
Tired mind
with its haul.
A tugging heart
and
a burning throat.
I feel so shakey.
Almost broke.
Hold it back.
Keep moving on.
Fix it later.
Hide that yawn.
Stress like water
behind a dam.
Hairline cracks
about to go
"BAM!"
Water builds up,
and the dam still holds.
The villagers forgot
that water was
cold
Until the cracks bursted.
And the thing went
"BAM!"
Because no one ever eased
water off the dam
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Author:
Brook (
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