a poem about exhaustion, giving up, insecurities and shame. |
A pile of homework to finish, a load of dishes to put away, a basket of laundry to fold, a pot of food to cook. I'm tired. Body aching, back breaking head spinning, so overwhelmed so many things to do, so little time I'm tired. Midnight strikes, pop goes another one, my little saviour in blue, help me tonight with your prowess because again, I'm tired. Morning breaks, another one comes my way, another shot being pulled by gravity, closer and closer to the core of my body, I lie on the floor still I'm tired. Waterfalls escaping, sadness breaking, slowly descending in a little black hole, my soul, i reach for you but, i'm so small. and i'm tired. blue on my mind, scarlet on my body. shadow cast all over me allowing you to enter and leave as you please, i'm an open gate to break. i won't fight i'm tired. silence enters us, so simple to see, so many little pieces amongst us. all of them me shreds of red and blue all on the floor, you shot me out and locked the door. shrieks and screams fill the air, a cry of help, you don't even care. i've rotten in the hole with the rest. i guess it's true, ignorance is at its best. I falter and fall, exhaustion slowly releasing, calmness is in the air, all dressed in black, i will join them now forgive me, i'm too tired. |