Collapse
Collapse
My eyes are now tired of sleeping wet
My ears are tired of hearing silence
My body is tired of its strong fragility
My hands are tired of its numb savor
My thoughts are tired of facing its shortcomings
My poems are tired of the echoes of words
My heart is tired of the sweet mourning
I am tired of being feeble and destitute self
My soul rips apart from the core
I am too full of this hollowness now
And this collapse makes me complete.