Tired and close to the end of my shift
I feel like giving up
Maybe if I close my eyes
they will never open again
Maybe if I blow out the candles
next year with this very wish
then it will come true
This thought is an abomination
of the very nature that lives
inside each and everyone of us
I contemplate the end
because the end must be near
There is so much that I still want to see
and feel and touch
Sometimes batteries run out of energy
during a time when you need
them the most
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I've been there with that feeling.