Im Tired Poem by brianda lee

Im Tired

Rating: 4.5


The countless faces
I have fall upon, mean nothing.
The distinguished aromas,
To me, smell the same.
The Loveless actors,
All act as one.

All the colors,
Turn out the same.
All the books,
have the same happy ending.

Theres no love.
Theres too much greed.

Im tired.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Luis Alvarado 14 December 2008

Don't ever get tired of writing!

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Ravisankar Maitree 11 December 2008

Thanks for my feelings. May be we all are tired.

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