I'm tired...simply fatigued
With all the emotions, stirred inside of me.
For I have write...to feed that inner spirit, swelling not wanting to HEED.
Call me neuotic, I call it fatigue.
Like a soilder fighting war
Barely able to see
Constantly on guard
Guarding that need
To be FREED.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem