Peasant Girl's Vision

by Verdant Wings

Here's for any girl who's ever felt she has to hide who she is. Feel free, bust out of your shell. Also, I think I'll turn this into a simple story line. Maybe a poetry rendition of an old, old story.

2. Chapter 2

Weary.

Exhausted, drained, numbed, beaten down, fatigued, straining.

Tired.

So tired.

Wrapped around a stiff core

That refused to give anymore.

So, so tired.

Stretched to the absolute, final limit.

No give is left, that last straw did it.

This body is empty, feel free to kick it.

I'm not there, anyhow.

Blurred is the world, all the surrounds.

Dulled are the senses, sight, smell and sound.

Gummed are the thoughts, sticky and slow,

Sunk is the soul, nailed to the floor.

Gone.

Vacant, absent, elsewhere, not here, free, invisible.

Tired, and done with this sort of life.