I have grown weary of
spending my breathes in moments
gathering myself in time's vessels
like unknown remnants
I have grown weary of
escaping dreadful realities into dreams
blinking and hiding the painful sights
like twinkling tears in streams
I have grown weary of
flickering till the very last
hoping to find my end
like a nomadic forecast
I have grown weary of
mirroring my beliefs into dead tales
emptying my soul's grieves
like unheard wails
I have grown weary of
begging to live my own rights
Satisfying nature's call
like a battle with so many plights
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