Tired Words

I’ve written the same poem

a 100 f**cking different ways.

I’m trapped in this feeling!

Its fangs gnawing relentlessly

on my decaying heart.

I’m consumed by its dominion over me,

as I spit out these tired words ,

my rattled soul cannot escape.

© J.G.

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2 thoughts on “Tired Words

  1. As your rattled soul cannot escape and your heart feels like a boulder, just know that when the boulder is getting chiseled to a fine piece of art, the stone cries due to the enormity of the pain and the relatively high amount of short term loss. However after the art piece is unveiled, it will thank the chisel and hammer.

    Keep in there, in the depths of your heart.

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