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Exhaustion, Oh my limbs, my body whole.
What they feel that my heart does not.
I just wish to return to my place of slumber,
where what is dreamt came make me regret.
The cold sweat is the moment I awaken...
Knowing nothing, and remembering little.

Hunger, my belly for fulfillment so sweet...
The theory behind so many burdens,
the many weights on these weary shoulders,
That I have ever called my own.
And now my knees are my feet,
covered with the hoof prints of a dead horse.

Tell me God, the Creator in a Kingdom his own...
Tell me of my purpose in the method you wish...
Tell me once more if not a million times...
As for this all, the new and unwanted-
I have no push left in me...For this---
I feel nothing...
Again, I'm homesick, and the longer I'm away, the more life is sucked out of sanity is a different story.
Revival-Tom Featured By Owner Sep 25, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I wouldn't say your insane. It's unbelievers that are insane. Your poem though shows you're exhausted and calling on the Lord for reasons "why". And homesickness is never easy: especially when you're exhausted.
DarthSithari Featured By Owner Sep 24, 2012
So were both crazy? It's nice to know I'm not the only (in)sane person on this website.
xLuckyxFridayx13x Featured By Owner Sep 24, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Oh, trust me, there's more of us than you think. XD
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