Tender

The mind – a dim, hazy blur.

Restless muscles, not a second of comfort.

Deprived of sleep, a walking soulless spirit of the nights.

Mornings seem dark and groggy.

Every day, a new kind of pain.

Writing in the present state,

A futile attempt.

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