Writing

There is exhaustion in my body
Pain everywhere I feel
Eyes aflame with insomnia
Neurons bursting in the ordeal

Whether I hide under the covers
Swallow a healthy meal
Drink up all the tonic
Or find more ways to conceal

Soon enough, I know the hitch
This thing that needs to heal
It is not a physical thing
But the taker of all zeal

If I don’t do the commands
Of my heart, even if surreal
Release words from the fountain within
My soul this ailment will steal

Copyright 2021 Deepa N Swamy

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Entrepreneur, Family person, Nature lover, Seeker, Newbie Poet & Writer

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Deepa N Swamy

Entrepreneur, Family person, Nature lover, Seeker, Newbie Poet & Writer