Tiredness

Tiredness now comes

No way the clock says Five

Buzzing it around us hums

God know how but I’m alive

 

Written down dumb, numb

Hope the rhyme strives

What keeps you, come

Stab me now with knives

 

There is the flower, flames

Wavering in timeless joy

Wishing for the moment’s fame

Being played and left like toys

 

My hand they hurt but I go on

My heart it hurts but I sing my song.

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