Fatigue

Ink stains possessed
gaze over a precipice
gauge the depth of their fall,

With eyes wide open
and a brain on autopilot
I walk the same as I crawl;

Lack of sleep, no rest in sight
I cruise through life
stalled,

I need to finish
make it to the line
with the demons of a lifetime gnawing at my mind.

They seem appalled.
They seem appalled.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar

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