Spent

When you come to a state where you are fully drained and there is nothing left to give and no capacity to receive.

Internally spent
Like a room up for rent
No questions asked
about who came and went.

Physically wasted
Emotionally drained
Mentally tainted
Straddling along with the pain

Layers of vibrations of raindrops
Falling on the streets
Colliding with leaves
Drenching my hair
Falling till my tears stop

Colours are faded
Scars and wounds of the jaded
My heart again forsakened
Never again to be awakened.

Wrecked like a weary ship
Sails tattered and battered
Creaking like quivering lips
Knots loose and scattered

Faint is my voice
Silenced without a choice
Unable to push air
Through my vocal chords
As breathing was a dead affair
from the time it reached this corpse.

- Swit Marie
1501H 2nd June 2017
BK5

Swit Marie is a 'Jacqueline of all trades' who loves wearing plaid
who thinks in rhyme all the time
A believer in making dreams come true, she would love to collaborate with you
An explorer starting fresh and would only give her best
She stands in the gap and will only call it quits when it's a wrap.

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