Vishwajit Rao Poet ABC

Tired

I'm tired, 
tired of being someone I'm not. 
Tired of trying to be a good son to my parents,
or a liability to a friend.
I'm tired, 
Tired of chasing someone who'll never be mine,
like a snow flake in the  middle of the Sahara,
I exist where there is no existence.
Existential crisis is an understatement in this mind of mine.

I'm tired,
tired of the hope that exists in the world.
It latches on to you till the very end, 
causing havoc on its way.
Isn't hope bad I ask?
The answer I get is silence.
Everyone hopes for it to end well, and maybe hope is what run's this world. 
But not my world,
not my world anymore.

I'm tired, 
tired of the fake positivity being spread around. 
'Think  positive and let bygones be bygones' they say,
how can we get rid of our flaws I ask, 
if we don't accept them as they are.
You can't mend a broken heart with words of wisdom from Gandhi or King,
The only positivity there is should come from within.

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Beata Agustin September 18, 2024 at 5:33 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Caren Krutsinger October 12, 2018 at 5:47 AM Dear Vishwajit, welcome to PoetrySoup. I love this part so much "Tired of chasing someone who'll never be mine, like a snow flake in the middle of the Sahara," I agree the only positivity has to come from within, and I suspect you have it in oodles. Vishwajit Rao October 12, 2018 at 6:36 AM Thank you! :)