fatigue, my friend

Fatigue, my friend!

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Fatigue is a friend I owe my life.

Closed mind sometimes likes to take a stride

With its hand held in hand, amid trees.

Fatigue is used to sit on cold benches.

Ambitious sun working in shadows…

Talkative we are not, dust settles

On the spread of pasture of silence.

At last fatigue coughs to end a span

While I return to a waiting day

 I can see fatigue is petering

Still without any thing to say…

 

Reviews

[Kasey Klein]

Boy, do I know that feeling.

Well expressed, by friend.

[Cece]

Fatigue is not my friend
hard to get though the first line
cause Fatigue is my enemy
i had to force though the first line

Fatigue is all that
thats why he is my enemy
he makes me look sly
he makes me look unfriendly

makes me respond with one word
in IM's and chats
thats why he is my enemy
causes a interesting subj for your write

[Brenda Sue]

Very well written. Wonderfully penned. Great job.