Sometimes hope is all that keeps us going, biscuit

I am tired of tears and laughter, And men that laugh and weep; Of what may come hereafter For men that sow to reap: I am weary of days and hours, Blown buds of barren flowers, Desires and dreams and powers And everything but sleep. Check out my homies: @poetry-prose @kittiecas @archangelmisha @go-insane-its-magnus-bane