That strange tension,
tired but not exhausted,
muscles screaming

Caged existence
wearing on mind and patience
kills poetry

Difficulty
in waking up to rain, eyes
shut with patter

About andrewwhiting

A sentimental and sarcastic poet, lover of language, traveling and nature (not a fan of the Oxford comma).
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