Tired

I am tired behind my eyes

and in the spaces between my toes

 

the aching melancholy   

wanders into my body 

muddles my mind

leaves my throat closed and dry 

 

cold with lack of inspiration

sad songs make me limp

a heart infected with 

chords of the past 

 

I hunger for relief

from this exhaustion

heavy and weak

I succumb

 

◄ Time to kill

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Alexandra Rockwell Lorenz

Sun 3rd Jul 2016 12:13

Thank you, Lynn! I am glad that you enjoyed it.

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Lynn Dye

Sun 3rd Jul 2016 11:52

Excellent lines, Alexandra, I really enjoyed this poem.

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Alexandra Rockwell Lorenz

Sun 3rd Jul 2016 09:59

Thank you Colin I think I agree about the last verse. I'll have to think about how to change it

<Deleted User> (13762)

Sun 3rd Jul 2016 07:29

this is excellent

...in the spaces between my toes

...aching melancholy
wanders into my body

...sad songs...chords of the past

if I have a criticism, and it's a minor one, the last verse, to me, reads a little less smoothly than the others. Maybe it's the 'from'.

thanks for posting.

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