Tired.
My schedule runs its cyclical path.
Tired of caring.
Another day of living this life.
Tired of feeling.
Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.
Tired of aching.
Happiness and energy run dry.
Tired of sleeping.
Once I was so full of joy.
Tired of breathing.
Now I taste the bitterness.
Tired of moving.
Nothing here but loneliness.
Tired of dreaming.
Everything I do in vain.
Tired of trying.
The American Dream lies to my face.
Tired of believing.
Work towards your dreams to and die in haste.
Tired of knowing.
Can't care about this anymore.
Tired of being tired.
Rest.
"Tired of being tired.//Rest." These two lines are awesome. Evokes such a sense of harmony and closure while retaining the cyclical frustration. Really cool piece!!!
ReplyDeleteIt's almost as if you're trapped in an inevitable fate which has been restraining you for all of eternity. The repetition of "tired" perfectly captures the cyclical nature of life, and the first and last word of the poem elicit a perfect peaceful state, which is not an end, but a reoccurring notion. Amazing!
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