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November 21, 2011

Sleep comes

Sleep goes

It matters not, to I.

The fatigue slipping between the sleep


Jumping up

Fulfilling tasks laid out for me

Making a day, I.

Shoved in front

Deciding where to sit on morrow’s time, I

Deprived or fulfilled.

Without a wink of doubt, I

Jostle for a while

Thinking to be full of spunk, I

Only fall quickly down, tired.

A mantra, never strays

Though I fight it,

It hits…hard

Tired today and all days, I

So very tired.

Pulling together with all fortitude

The pieces of me to manage, daily

I just cannot play

With joy or with smiles

When the end is what I want.

Tired of being tired, I.

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