Exhaustion has got a grip on my human condition
My soul calls out on S.O.S. I will lie and burden sleep
For repatriation from t' front line, to sleep and be human again
Exhaustion has got a grip on my human condition
Exhaustion has got a grip on my human condition
My blood is boiling, my heart is running, my head is spinning
My eyes are popping, my soul calls out for repatriation
Exhaustion has got a grip on my human condition
My soul calls out on S.O.S. I will lie and burden sleep
Triolets prompt by dverse: http://dversepoets.com
My soul calls out on S.O.S. I will lie and burden sleep
Triolets prompt by dverse: http://dversepoets.com
nice kodjo...to get off the front line even for a bit and feel human...i feel you man...
ReplyDeleteThe long line lengths here, combined with the triolet form, make for an effective communication with the reader.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Sam. You made a telling comment on the meaning of fatigue. All in triolet form!
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