The death of a soul

Understandably, the soul exhausts itself.

Days

Months

Years of abuse call for a break down.

My soul sleeps…

Wearily and restlessly but it attempts to sleep.

Dishonestly exclaiming a hope for recovery,

While silently begging for an eternal slumber.

-ee.

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