weary and worn

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feet buried

deep in a

path of gray

-

hands grasping

plans for a

nother day

-

heart breaks a

part in a

crumbly way

-

eyes cling to

lies they’ll for

get someday

-

the traveler yearns for home

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Didn't mean to bum you out or anything, I swear. I felt tired when I wrote this, and I'm feeling tired again. This is a very tired poem.