Feeling


This undescribed feeling, a feeling so sore.
The sense of being a druggy to the core.
The feeling of drunkenness and being shrunk.
Tired
Wearry
Drearry
Aches knocking and my head.
The sense of depression fed.
Seas of sickness, and heat.
I'm really in for a treat.
Im saying that sarcastically.
I’m not doing fantastically.
Nauseated, Im weighted down to this seat.
I'm in undeniable defeat.
My body is winning this war that we seek.
This feeling of depression is turning me weak.

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