Mini poetry- I am tire

June poetry number eleven. Some days, hard to reasons to stand-up.

Mini poetry- I am tire..

1-  I called you dear Kelly. I told her, I am falling apart and I don't want to get up. Please talk to me, please make me believe I will be alright. Now I am killing bottles of whiskey and I don't pray no-more. 

2-  When the poet cried. He write his tears to paper and he write to lonely journals. Damn writers find salvation in the whiskey and the damn love. Just more knifes into a bleeding heart. Maybe the men and women who love words. They must die alone.

3-  We can sink or swim. We can seek the shore or we can seek the sea. The sea goddess held me often and she whispered to me. Johnnie, your world is s**t and I love you so. Please Johnnie, come to me and I will sing to you. Teach you peace.

4-   I am so damn tire. I wrote dear Kelly and I asked her. Where do you go when you don't want anything anymore? She told me, Johnnie, Johnnie. Are you okay? I told her. When madness is all I have. Maybe it is time to go.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading. I do appreciate.