mental health, covid19 ...
Yet today I am exhausted!
Suffering a separate malady,
While the old enemy strikes,
My pointless hands grasp space,
(Praying away a weapons thrust)
Or I'm lost!
Within a formless version,
During a faint day,
On hearing a formless chatter,
Disregarding my soliloquy,
It's back.
Between the truth and the death.
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