I Tire

I tire of having a voice

An aching need to share,

And if I had a choice

I don't think I would care.

 

It seems what I desire

Desires only to be free-

Hope's a dim thin wire,

And loneliness desires me.

 

Is my fate a bitter trap

Where naught is clear or true?

A poison bush with acrid sap

Is what became of I and you.

 

I tire of having a heart

Who so easily misplaces

The most important part-

I need to fill the spaces.

 

Author's Note

Simply worded thoughts on a warm summer morning.

Reviews

[Silent Kim aka mizmetap..]

And loneliness desires me.
What strong words. This poem is well written, it expresses your tireness very clearly. Gently told.

[Janice Ann]

I loved it! Simple and beautiful!

Janice Ann

[☮]

Simple no. Truthful yes.

Loved it. Reminds me of my thought pattern!