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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Comment by Trinh Nguyen on November 15, 2013 at 5:31am

Cry when reading this. It is so true and so sad, dear Andrea. But hang on tomorrow.

Comment by Rahul Singh on November 15, 2013 at 2:34am
Touching. Thanks for sharing.

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