Wednesday, August 31, 2011


I am tired of it.
This life, this day.
Fess up ? Shut up.
Fed up ? Throw up.
Projectile puke this weariness
From my core.
Limbs leaden, mind is mud
Yet sleep still exhaustingly illusive.
Eyes involuntarily fluttering
Like a butterfly in a fan.
Sounds never sensed, auditory tricks,
Startling resistance awake.
Pleading for waves of warmth
To lap over me.
Sweet dreams please carry me home,
Away from this shore, this view.
I am tired of it,
Can't stand (it) anymore.
Tonight's glass half empty will be
Tomorrow's half full.
So tired.

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