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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