Death
Poem
M. D. Badder
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I'm so tired
I’m ready for the sleep
I’m weary and I’m tired
this wake I cannot keep
I’m bruised and I am battered
my soul is left so tattered
I’m ready for the sleep
this wake I cannot keep
Disclaimer: This is one of those poems that's just therapeutic to write out but not act out. I have not done any of these things nor intend to. And I do not condone you doing them either. Poetry is an outlet, not a plan.
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