Dead on my feet

we must have faced challenges by our societies.

 It's 2:30 a.m.

Tranquility embrace,

The wind is cool

But shut is my window,

I can never feel.

Musing over and over,

Where am I ?

Where is my old self?

Am I a joker?

Am I an idiot? 

What if I'm lousy words?

Grazing, staring 

Only gruff.

Emphasizing lone.

I'm dead on my feet 

I'm tired of proving,

Who am I.

I'm exhausted.

I just want to sleep,

And sleep and sleep in serenity,

Forever.             

Author's Note

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