Worn Out

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The weather changed,

turning cold;

the nights grew longer and darker.

My body shivers incessantly,

feeling the pain of your absence.

My mind stopped thinking,

caught in the trap of loneliness.

Inside, I’m changing

like the weather

becoming cold like a stone.

I’m bleeding, tired of this love.

^{Henri Fuseli, The Nightmare (1781)}