Dec 8, 2021
1 min read
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
