Really

I get tired of climbing up and out. Just to get back to where I fell in. To just lye here all wore out. My nerves are shot and my patience's getting thin. Dusting off and moving on. Just how many times until I'm gone? The weight of the day is wearing me down. My eyes are tired from wearing a frown. The sun is out of commision. Covered up with indecision. No one or where to turn to now. Sadness, the answer to how. Getting tired of asking why. Don't want to die. Don't want to cry. Don't want to try. Just waiting for the end to come. So I can welcome being numb.

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Madi Jackson

Date: 10/24/2019 9:25:00 PM

Poetry is a really good way to express your feelings! I love to see how you feel through your poetry. :) Stay amazing!

Robert Johnson
Date: 10/24/2019 9:31:00 PM

Yes Madi, poetry does allow us to get some things out of our system. But in the process, sometimes we indulge in a morose sensibility that we'd be better off just trying to shine a brighter light on instead of wallowing around in the dark. <3 :) Thanks for visiting and I hope you're having a nice night. <3

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 3/25/2014 4:33:00 PM

awwww. You are back to being sad. I sure do hope you find something very cheerful in your life. But you are so darn good at writing the blues!! I enjoyed this one, Robert.

Ilene Bauer

Date: 3/24/2014 8:41:00 PM

this is the second sad poem i've read tonight - maybe there's a full moon or something. i REALLY hope you feel better, robert. keep on writing, though - i love how you express yourself in rhyme.