Languished

I took a look at myself and I’m bewildered
My bloodshot sclera
Eyelids so numb and loose
Pupils dwindling
Iris’ etiolated
Shoulders so droopy
Posture incomplete
Indulgent heartbeats
Soul roams the place
My tear-ducts indelibrately flowing
Hands trembling with nerves inflamed
Legs barely standing still
I'm helpless
I want to rejuvenate my bliss
Pinpoint what dried up my vitality
...
I fall to ease my fatigue
I want to rise
But myself refuses
So I scream in plead
...
In the dark
I lie on smooth floor that stabs every inch of my flesh
My soul waters its warmth onto my lips
My tongue tastes the saltiness of my pain
But my consciousness is forbidden to comprehend
So I asked myself what drained my corpus
And myself said

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