Fatigue

The nurse said,
“We’ll call it fatigue,”
as she made a
notification
in my chart.

Yes, it’s true.
I am fatigued.
By her.
By myself.
By the world
and all the
things it
throws at me.

All I had the
strength to do
was smirk.

So, yes.
We’ll call it
fatigue.

Because, yes.
I am tired.
Of her.
Of myself.
Of the world
and all the
things it
takes from me.
~7/8/16
_____
Only made it two years this time. I’m slacking. Better living through pharmacology, here I come.

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