Tired

 

Some days,

I’d rather not wake up,

Stay numb,

Forsake my senses,

Be blind, deaf and dumb.

Have you ever got tired of faking it?

Never making it?

Smiling at faces,

You long to rip out?

Listening to voices,

You wish, would croak out?

Speaking, instead of shrieking?

Some days,

Each day seems futile,

I look out and see, darkness,

Spread mile after mile, after mile....

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Stonz P.]

This sums up my daily life =_=
You should listen to George Carlin and Bill Hicks if you haven't.

This is quite well written. The difficulty with such pieces is the repetition of emotion which it has avoided and has progressed. It is evident you have worked on this poem.
Well written. Keep it up.

[Isabel25]

I will check it out. Thank you for that constructive review :)

[Stonz P.]

They're social critics who sadly have passed away. I was immediately reminded of them.

Constructive criticism and not praise is necessary for a writer's growth though the concept is lost on the majority of the people on this site; you're welcome :)

[Isabel25]

Yeah..I'd rather have constructive criticism than praise any time of the day :D

[Coyote Poetry]

I do understand this poem.
"I look out and see, darkness,
Spread mile after mile, after mile...."
Wasn't for my kids. Life would be meaningless. I believe we must find new places and journeys to keep hope alive. I use my writing and babysit grandchildren. A powerful thoughts provoking poem. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Abilash Uttama]

relatable feelings, sometimes i too feel the same. Nice work Ma'am :)

Note : sometimes i miss my class just to get some extra sleep and i forsake my senses when someone tries to wake me up and instead of smiling i frown at faces XD

[Isabel25]

That does not count in this poem's scenario :P

[Abilash Uttama]

well that was on other note, humorous one ;)