A Break

When you are dying for a break, long overdue,
weary from all those tedious nights and days
of mundane living in a stagnant life,
your eyes can no longer behold the scene
and ears grow deaf to the scrambled sound, of chaos,
the real quintessence of the shrinking world.
When too tired of the ways of human blood
and when for a break you are in dire straits,
all the earthly pleasures seem too stale,
too cumbersome to offer any threads
of joy to clamber out of this life and
the wind grows heavy with your unheard sighs.

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