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A constant tiredness in me

Photo by C.E. Pereira

What dreamscape was I on?
To awake to tiredness.
Swirlling fog and sadness.
No memory of sleep.

Just this heavy black cloud.
Hovering above my head.
Pressing unto me with force.
A constant tiredness in me.

I sleep. Yet, I awake tired.
I question my recent actions.
Emotionally tired, always.
Mentally exhausted, I am.

Yesterday, I was lost. Alone.
A silence so deafening.
God wasn’t here at my side.
Tears wouldn’t flow. Nothing.

By C.E. Pereira



I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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