Tired

Tired,

My body has little strength to move on.

The battles of the week have taken their toll,

And leave me battered, bleeding and bewildered.

Tired,

The onslaught of the world has robbed my soul.

What motivation once existed,

Has left me in the void.

Tired,

I am less a man,

More a mindless beast,

Roaming wildly through the world.

Tired,

Should I succumb,

Leaving every vestige of my humanness,

And take on beastly form?

Tired,

Worn,

Lost,

Save for the blessing of you.

You alone can spare me from the beast which is me.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Hard to know what you need when you are weak and tire. I like the flow of the story and the desire to defeat the beast. A strong ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote

[Mia]

This is a real winner! I enjoyed it reading it, I had to do it twice!! Wonderful job!

[Dr. Wood ?]

You have a talent for this genre that I envy

[AleyshaRosa]

Sigh
Oh, Patrick
I couldn't agree more. Especially now, at this particular moment.
Thank you

Koodoos

[quinfinn]

i love the way you spin thoughts with clever wording and soulful imagery in your poetry. this one is no exception. great write