James Moore Poet Free verse

Worn Out

Once again, worn out
From the simple act of living
Blown out of all held dear
Waves come and go
Stretching across time and space
A tragic loss here
A triumphant gain there
And still the waves come
Lapping at a shore
That is time itself 
Manifest in a million little grains
Lapping as I lay exhausted 
Too tired to think, too tired to feel
Anything but a sadness
Deeper than time.

(8/23/23)

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Heidi Sands September 13, 2023 at 8:53 AM I understand this and you have expressed it well. I can feel the exhaustion. Well done. Take care :) James Moore September 13, 2023 at 11:29 AM Thanks Heidi. I think this level of exhaustion is something we all feel at some point (if we live long enough!), and instead of being a bummer (which it certainly can feel like) is in fact the moment of break-through, or at least an opportunity for something new. Yet, the recognition of 'sadness deeper than time' is something that doesn't ever really go away, but can inform what we then do...