Life's exhausting

Falling through thin air.
Deserted leaves
touch the ground
in despair.

Gasping for breath.
The remains of a puddle
on a sunny day
in june.

Unable to find unison.
Half-sketched circles
drawing near
in vain.

Exhaustion is drawing near.
We drown like leaves
in deserted puddles.

And the thin air
has abandoned us
forever.




Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2005-09-09 at 01:26

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Daybreaker
Thanks! =)
2005-09-09


chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
Halfscetched - half sketched or half-sketched.

i suppose we are very much like leaves, our lives blowing around the world.
2005-09-09