Tired
Tired of broken pencils flying at me.
Their graphite claws reaching
For my saddened heart.
Tired of the children’s cries.
As their frustrations stab
Into my tangled mind.
Tired of communication
Yelling of hatred pierce
My infected ears.
Tired of living in negativity.
Damaging my health broken
As well as my damned spirit.
Copyright © Sean Day | Year Posted 2014
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