I am tired
Tired of the battle
Weary of the struggle
Worn out
Worn down by constant effort to stand
And the song of the
Cheap whore of suicide
Like a moist siren,
wooing me to sweet repose,
Calls
Ever calls
In a deafening whisper
That bellows
Drowning out the voice of hope
Denying and possible future
With finality pronouncing
My tomorrow D.O.A.
7 Comments
Deb .Borrie
May 21, 2015 at 2:57 pmIf your tired then possibly write how you changed it…just a thought
1itera11y
September 30, 2015 at 3:29 pmso beautifully worded –
it also punched me in the stomach –
– those feelings are familiar
keep fighting the good fight –
theAuthor
September 30, 2015 at 4:13 pmthank you
Dianne
October 8, 2015 at 10:15 pmAre you still here?
theAuthor
October 9, 2015 at 12:15 amYes….I’m stubborn 😉 and
theAuthor
October 9, 2015 at 12:17 amYes…..I’m stubborn 😉
theAuthor
October 9, 2015 at 8:09 amYes…I’m stubborn 😉