Original Poetry

Succumb

I am too tired to fight it
Too drained to even try
In the confines of my darkness,
it gets colder as i scorch.

Bittersweet and painful,
I feel better as i feel worse.
I long for comfort that cannot come
and i simply descend to slumber.

Let me sleep so I can be awakened
…and tomorrow let it be forgotten.

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