Poetry

So drained

That I can’t fight back as the strong wind comes around and blows me from side to side.

And all I can do is let it carry me around like a leaf, and where I drift to will be my new place.

I accept this fate as my body grows weak and my eyes grow heavy.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes