Lay down to rest my body tells me,
Fatigued and in pain from the constant weather beats,
Is my heart and my mind,
Desire to be with the one,
Is not as strong as the desire to lay my head upon your palm, then sleep,
My muscles are sore, staring through empty eyes at my barely standing pose,
In the mirror, I see my broken body,
Forlorn and ready to quit,
One tear seeps through, it dripped on my shirt,
I will win, someday,
Just not today.
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Written Emotion
Wheat Field
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