Tired Heart

They call
the sound

I think
I know
just why:

by time,
by age,

both bad
and worse.

It fights,
a fist

my ribs,

the walls
of me,

so worn,

so tired

from all
of this.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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0 Responses to Tired Heart

  1. Trent Lewin says:

    But you will persevere. Because you have to. You just do.

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