Overwhelming Fatigue: Sometime’s It Gets The Best of Me

A Poem

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I heat the teapot up
But the water is
Quickly filling me up.
I am sinking
To the kitchen floor.
Cried a river
That was too weak
To carry me to bed,
And so I will
Weep on the laminate
While the whistle
Ringings in my fragile ears,
Lament for the energy
I have in fuzzy dreams,
No strength to stand for peppermint
To soothe my scratching throat
Or warm my frigid…