brianda lee

Im Tired

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.

Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 11, 2008

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Comments about Im Tired by brianda lee

  • Luis Alvarado (12/14/2008 3:10:00 AM)

    Don't ever get tired of writing!

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  • Ravisankar MaitreeRavisankar Maitree (12/11/2008 4:26:00 AM)

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

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