Tired Soul
Tired of this road that never seems to end,
A burden on shoulders, too heavy to mend.
I tried to be better, to rise and to shine,
But every step faltered, each effort declined.
My love, she’s weary, her patience worn thin,
Like a shadow I linger, outside, looking in.
She’s tired of my presence, my words turned to dust,
And now all that’s left is this shattered trust.
A smile feels like weight, too heavy to bear,
And tears? They’re just stories, no one wants to share.
I’m lost in a silence that grows with each breath,
Yearning for peace in the arms of sweet death.
Yet somewhere deep down, a voice softly pleads,
That hope might still linger in the quietest needs.
But darkness surrounds, and it’s hard to believe,
That morning can follow a night that won’t leave.
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