Quiet Hysteria

Quiet Hysteria

No one can carry me this day
When I’m weighed with concern
Disheveled, disgraceful and lost

When exhaustion is born
From the simplest of treads
And the failures I craft
Live on in all trivial things

When continuous sorrow
Is stalled in my throat
And I’m wholly engulfed
By the lunacy I fear

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