Tired Poem by Anne Lacy

Tired



I am so tired
And no one understands
Maybe that is what makes me so tired,
The knowledge that I need a caring ear
But have none,
That I need an arm to hold me
Yet I am left to walk alone
Maybe that is what makes me so tired
Or maybe just life and all it throws at me,
As if I was fit to catch anything else
I wish I didn’t feel the need to be able to handle one more thing,
But I do
And so I am left to be tired

Sunday, July 1, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: caring
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