It's time to go

so much heartache
far too many tears
as this bitter soul
reflects upon empty years

of nothing gained
through wisdom's agony
it was bound to get better
such a fool is me

the lessons of life
begin with a doctors hand
we cry before breathing
we grow to understand

should have known then
in our infant state of mind
that the world would be tragic
and fate so unkind

yet we had faith and hope
for a much brighter day
and the snow always melts
like the myths of santa's sleigh

we turn on the lights
but the room remains dark
age has doused the flame
society has stolen the spark

recalling youthful days
when we laughed and played
became miniature Entrepreneur's
selling tasteless lemonade

and people bought it
because we were so cute
however when puppies turn to dogs
we give them the boot

such a realization
just adds to the pain
it's time to go now
before I go insane

I was dying to live
now I live to die
and if fate becomes kind
this is goodbye.......


Part of the "I'm tired" series

Life at 150 MPH

a road turns into a cloud
as the lonely figure rides
towards the gates of hell

mirrored face shield
hides the devilish smile
from onlookers curious

what's the hurry
does he know the risk
and does he even care

No

because life looks so different
and feels so good at 150 mph
there's not enough time to think

decisions are for fools
the road is straight
the course set
a dead end means
FREEDOM...............

I'm Tired

Tired of "now I lay me down to sleep"
those soothing lullabyes of lies
to comfort a restless soul
of which pain becomes an exotic pillow

tired of the tears within a childs eye
that unto which my very heart bleeds
the salted poisoned sap of nature
flowing from willows broken branches

tired of drug infested roses
produced to be bigger and allegedly better
yet the smell has been tainted
with man's morbid sense of righteousness

tired of empty rooms
that bare my own reflection
shadows beckon unto me
their utterance my own voice

tired of being afraid to die
and yet I never was
loneliness has taught me many things
mostly, I'm afraid to live

tired of writing poetry
that glorifies the hearse
yet satin lined coffins
seem appropriate in verse

now I lay me down to sleep
finally, too tired to weep........

Finn...

this one hurt me on the inside.

teasingbrunette

I can feel the longing for a different ending, a story rewritten... a collective group hug is in order.

It tears at my heart to feel one longing for death more then they do life. Makes me want to reach out to them and wrap them within my arms until that feeling subsides.

You my friend have such a beautiful way with words may your ink well never run dry...........

like the idea...very nice work filled with great imagery

There are those who fight for the zest of life and there are those who have become a martyr of pain and anguish. Distinguishing yourself is the key. The struggle remains constant, it's easy to get tired, but what is life without a struggle, I don't think I could have it any other way, then again, I don't think it has ever been any other way......Some people see a tear in the corner of a childs eye, and go about their business, it brings me to my knees.

Thanks all who visit and comment, I'm ok if you're ok so sayeth dick gregory...good book too

very nice.