Tired Poem by Sandra Feldman
Tired
I'm all versed out,
It comes no more,
I sit there gazing,
At the floor,
I want to leave,
But don't know how,
I'm tired of fighting,
Here and now,
What is the point?
The game is through,
Can't waste my time,
Just loving you,
It was a dream,
A movie scene,
That motionless,
Stayed on the screen.
'The game is through, Can't waste my time, Just loving you, ' Time spent on loving anyone is never wasted.
a momentary reflection of a journey with no looking back! splendidly penned, Sandra.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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4/19/2024 12:46:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
superb write Sandra. Love the dreaming