Fatigue Poems

Bipolar Love

She says I’m so fun,
then claims that we’re done,
she says she hates me,
then wants my babies.
first she wants her man,
then says, “Go use your hand.”
She stares at my eves,
then says I’m full of lies.

The aggravation…
the resignation…
I think I’ve had enough
of her bipolar love.
Bipolar love.

She dreams of houses,
then only grouses,
wants to show me off,
then snaps, “Just

The violence You greeted us with

Would it be safer to be born as a white person 
In a world that worships them

What would it take for the world to accept black
When we have always been treated as less than

What would the world look like if we chose peace
Where our hands connect in the name of justice 

But you don't want

Black without a mask

Black without a mask

What would it look like to be black without a mask?
Would it look like freedom?
Or would they laugh?
At our attempt to be ourselves
To feel like we can tell the world
That we are fighting back
That we are tired of being attacked
That we are human and you should respect that
Maybe it would feel like

Hate Fatigue

I read the news.  I want to flee.
I have "hate fatigue" you see.
I don't wish to add more fuel,
by saying, "cowardly and cruel",
or calling discourse national
ignorant or irrational.
I might note that hate causes pain,
misery, hurt, and more hate again,
spreading as freely as a virus,
like the flu or hepatitis.
It can take on many forms.
I hope racism

Compassion Fatigue

It is an unfortunate reality,
Those most able to tie word and misery -
Are most often the least spoken.

They are capable of divining the self,
Pulling out streams of emotion.
- Emotion that is far heavier than simple tears.

The words pull at their friends' heartstrings,
Puppeteering their empathy,
Taking all the warmth that they had too.

That's the curse of an

Soul Fatigue

Let me fall asleep.
Wake me up the next morning.
Please just leave me be.

union of voices

they ache from bending hot day picking....
union of voices spanish tongue

in produce fields dusty sweating farmworkers....
wanting needing more bread

I’M TIRED TOO

Every time you slammed the door 
Every time you dropped the call 
Every time you yell at me through and through 
I get tired too. 

Every time you passed before me 
Every time complaints ring upon me 
Every time murmurs being me 
I get tired too. 

Am I your emotions punching bag? 
Am I your

Fatigue

We run towards fear when fear is familiar.
My energy was left in last weeks trash that my roommate took out two days ago.
When they found it, they noticed it was glued to a heart and soul. 
Lifeless and empty, they left it there to be. 
A new feeling, so dull, had engulfed my body.
How will

Life and truth

                        Gone is the long day, filled with how and why
                     

Fatigue

Just another long afternoon
Of another long long day
Mind numbing weariness
That just won’t go away.
My eyelids are heavy
I just want to sleep
For once no need 
To be counting sheep
The cat is staring at me
In almost hypnotic control
It’s so intense as though 
He’s penetrating my soul.

I break his gaze with
A great effort of will
I feel in my

Uninspired Sonnet

You feel that tension deep within your soul,
momento mori, you are on a clock,
inside are many stories to be told,
but within your mind they seem firmly locked.
The energy to take them, make them words,
drains away with the weakness of the flesh,
trying to make them real sometimes just hurts,
and what you write reeks with the stink

Compassion Fatigue

Compassion Fatigue

Resentment looks a lot like Narcan in a sharp
and feels like it’s forcing out my will.
I grab them both; Naloxone and the tarp,
the outcome undetermined by my skill.
Same guy, same place, same drug; third time today,
his unresponsive body cold to touch.
Compassion has fatigued and crawled away,
when I see something tiny in his clutch;
A crucifix,

No Room for Fatigue

Never feel fatigued,
For there is more to explore
Always in this world.

Emotional Fatigue Courtesy Exhaustive Vituperative Harangue

Emotional fatigue courtesy exhaustive vituperative harangue...

Lobbed and unleashed upon the heads
of (yours truly and the missus)
so called selfish "monsters."

The evening of Wednesday April 19th
witnessed us (birth parents of our first born)
weathering blistering telephonic brickbats.

She (unnamed eldest daughter)
spewed venomous bilious froth
across aforementioned medium
encompassing quite a few hours.

Upon being queried
how costly the purchase
of pre owned 2020 Hyundai

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