Tired

 

Tired body, tired out

Empty dreams finding my bed

Tired eyes, tired mind

Empty thoughts finding my head

 

I don’t know what to do

How to make the darkness light

I don’t know what to say

How to make everything alright

 

Tired body, tired out

Finding nothing but the negative 

Tired eyes, tired mind

Finding anything but the positive


I must find some light

There must be something I can do

I must find some words

There must be something I can say to you

 

 

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Comments

julie callaghan

Fri 7th Aug 2020 12:23

Three poems and still nothing to say today.

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