The eyes too heavy to blink,
staring off, agaze at nothing...
Mind spinning, too distilled to think,
breath shallow, left wading in sorrow.
Time tricks, today becomes tomorrow,
will weak, tired of the struggle.
Exhaustion complete...
Lay down, no longer stumble.
2-22-06
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