Tired Poem by ER Bron Chiong, RSW

The clock
is constantly
running
every second of the
day

ticking away the
isolated
rhythm of
each person's
dream

truly
I'm
really
eager to grasp
daddy's toil

tired to think
in the
reality of one's
energy wasting out to the
drain of the earth below

too exhausted
in the mind and the
real time of one's
endurance that causes
delicate reaction in each new day


鍾奕生
ER Bron Chiong, RSW
28 July2022 @ 20: 47
drain in evERy way…