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feelings, friendship, grief, Hope, hugs, life, loss, love, poem, poetry, pressure, relationships, rest, sadness, tired, Truth, writing
I’m tired, boss. So very tired. Here is a weird rambling poem about it all.
Words echo,
And promises unravel in the dark,
The weight of every “almost”
Sits heavy on my chest.
I’m tired —
Of caring so much,
Of picking up pieces
That don’t fit together anymore.
Of smiling through the pain
And pretending it’s enough.
And here’s hope —
That fragile, brittle thing —
She’s cracking beneath the pressure
Of just one more day.
I’m tired —
Of running on empty,
Of screaming in silence,
Of feeling too much
And nothing at all.
Let the world spin without me —
Just for a little while.
Let me close my weary eyes
And forget for a moment
How heavy it has all become.
Wrap me in your soothing hugs —
Let me float there, soft and weightless, like a breath.
Let the darkness hum its lullaby,
No questions, no answers,
Just the calm of letting go.
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