I'M Tired

Tired of "now I lay me down to sleep" those soothing lullabyes of lies to comfort a restless soul of which pain becomes an exotic pillow tired of the tears within a childs eye that unto which my very heart bleeds the salted poisoned sap of nature flowing from willows broken branches tired of drug infested roses produced to be bigger and allegedly better yet the smell has been tainted with man's morbid sense of righteousness tired of empty rooms that bare my own reflection shadows beckon unto me their utterance my own voice tired of being afraid to die and yet I never was loneliness has taught me many things mostly, I'm afraid to live tired of writing poetry that glorifies the hearse yet satin lined coffins seem appropriate in verse now I lay me down to sleep finally, too tired to weep........