A book
full of fatigued words
scribbled desolate
across random pages.
Fragile emotions,
concealed
in fantasies, struggling
to break free.
There are
no more memories
to hold me
hostage to you.
I used up
the last reminiscence
to stay awake
the last two nights.
Strumming old words
to new tunes
did not expose
new meanings.
A desperate mind
intoxicated in its
own weariness
disapproved of me.
Tonight, its clarity
stares back,
an iridescent depression
of vehement contradictions.
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