Free Poem 2

My eyes hang heavy 
Like weights on my face
Drooping so low they can touch the floor. 

My body weak 
Caving to the weight of gravity 
Slowly bringing me lower and lower

My being is flooded with exhaustion
Which is growing stronger by the minute
Making me weaker and weaker.

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