Tiredness limps languidly lopping
Through the recesses of my mind
Washing every shadowy corner harbouring light
With its sombre grey mirth.
It’s dirge, a cadence of twisted pain
Entwining all in its melody of madness
Robbing all of Self.
The harrowing trumpet call causing walls to crumble
And the soul’s Jericho to fall.
Lying dirty dusty dishevelled
As tiredness limps languidly lopping by.