Tired

Aching to the bone

Strained eyes

White lies

Frozen knuckles

Stretched muscles

 

Exhaustion, an old friend

Cloaking in warmth

Washing my pain

My farce, my fancy

Hugs of deep seated sighs

Smiles of tender consolation

Speaking a familiar tongue

Of failed successes

And successful failures

 

Limping and dangling

Wasted and jangling

Clinking coins of fate

And destiny, all efforts in vain

Washed in the cool sprinkles of rain

My fatigue seeping from my bones

Broken spirits skipping like stones

Gliding on water, swishing fast

The wind of resolution

Braving unto the last

Recalled to life

My memory, my spirits

Gay and smiling

Picking the last bits