To Be Tired

To Be Tired

A Poem by E. L. Foley

A short poem composed on a cold, wet day after a supervising a boring lab session.


To be tired, so tired no one knows,

when the heat seems oppressive,

and the cold seeps into your bones.

To be afraid of the fear of leaving alone,

when the days flit like sparrows,

and the nights have no homes.

To be traveled on roads seeking only to roam,

when the music turns to stone,

and the silence tarnishes gold.

© 2010 E. L. Foley

Author's Note

E. L. Foley
The last stanza feels weak, suggestions?

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It's not weak I think its just that all the last words in the lines rhyme and it feels "incomplete" but anyways "nights have no home"- nice line.

Posted 10 Years Ago

and the silence turns to gold

I dk just a thought
I like this it is very well written.
I could easily add more thought into this one.
This is amazing!

Posted 14 Years Ago

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2 Reviews
Added on May 13, 2010
Last Updated on May 13, 2010
Tags: Random, Tired, Opposites


E. L. Foley
E. L. Foley

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Currently studying Physics, my other pursuits are largely done in the time stolen from lab reports, badly botched circuit building, and endless problems. I knit, write (obviously, though I'm not very.. more..