Tired

What to say?

When the words don’t flow.

When the river runs dry.

There are no depths below.

I’m shattered.

Into minuscule pieces of fine glass,

hidden in deep creases.

Weary is too soft,

To light, it has no weight

To hold what I feel.

If drained was the best I could do,

Then that word still would not hold true.

What I feel cannot be weighed,

In pounds, kilos, or stones.

A metric system has not been created.

What I feel in the marrow of my bones.

I guess spent will be the word of the day.

To end this miserable tirade.

One day there will be a word,

To describe this feeling I feel inside.

It will be whispered to someone.

It will change the tide.

This is where my thoughts will end.

Sleep calls.

Good night my friend.

Reviews

[Relic]

Emotions can be like a roller-coaster. The head spins and the right words won't come to mind to explain what we're feeling anymore when we've tried communicating time after time. I'll bet there are many who can relate to this.

Great writing, Fia. :)

[Fia Naturie]

Thank you for that.Relic

[Arundass TP]

Tiredness is gift for the body. It's time to think. It's time to sleep or eat and drink. Nicely written poem

[Fia Naturie]

Appreciate that. Thank you

[Thomas W Case]

Powerful work. Very relatable.

[Fia Naturie]

Thank you Thomas

[John the Baptist]

The word you're looking for is "block." In that eventuality, the best course is to answer that call of sleep. The muse will speak when it's ready.

[Fia Naturie]

thank you, appreciate that you read my poem

[Mohammad Rajaul Islam]

Absolutely incredible! Your poem resonates deeply, painting my emotions with such vivid imagery that I lost myself in your words. Please continue to write more; your talent is truly captivating. Keep up the excellent work!

[Fia Naturie]

Thank you for that Mohammad