Dog Tired

I’m dog tired

Of how your gifts are used

Exhausted lines repeated and abused

To someone you once admired

With a paw I draw the line

We were promised no limit on time

And when I thought all was fine

You said passion didn’t align

Love remains behind the eye

As does a festering lie

Our efforts were supposed to tie

Not one side shrivel up and die

For the truth yet to be acquired

No matter where this road will lead

I am determined to be freed

Of being so dog tired

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

You depict the weariness of love gone wrong. The one sidedness comes through to this reader. Your stanzas are well constructed and rhyme nicely. Your final stanza shows determination to resolve the tiredness of the situation. Dog tired isn’t a great place to be Kane.

Chris

[Kane Hagwood]

I'd have to agree with you there, Chris: Being dog tired is NOT a great place to be. When I wrote this, I was heavily inspired by my own life. No surprise there. But today, as bitter sweet as it was, proved that there is hope on the horizon, no matter how bleak the hour looks. Thanks for stopping by and thank you for the review, Chris. I know things will get better.

[Chris Shaw]

All things pass. The shite will move soon. Take care.

[Kane Hagwood]

*heavy exhale* I sure as s**t hope so, because.... well, you read the title of the poem, so I think you understand haha. Thank you for your kindness, Chris.

[Re-Pete]

ugh, utterly exhausted and worn out is not a good state to be in. a one way relationship can certainly feel that way. love is a two way street. that paw might have to learn how to cut ties. the accompanying pic made me smile.

[Red Brick Keshner]

Being tired isn’t a relief and that can be all the more aggravating!

[Stu. T.H.]

Wonderful lines ignited by the last of a loving passion. While science has not found a definite all-cure treatment for tiredness, ideas on what to do next may stem from within your own heart. Or simply, if you are tired, please take a rest, at least you are physically assured to face off the mental detriments that life presents. Thank you for sharing your work, author Kane Hagwood. It was a well-read.

[Kane Hagwood]

Thank you for your kindness, Leon (assuming someone else isn't handling the account at the moment). Either way, it is good to hear from your end. Lately, I've been a little under the weather. Life has taken a few unexpected turns. And I'm making peace with what I already have witnessed. Thank you for your kind words, friend. I'm hoping to return to Writers Cafe soon, and have no intention of completely walking away. Just mending some wounds at the moment.

[Stu. T.H.]

As so do I (Leon). I too have things going busy on my end, and I suppose everyone else is too. The New Year and Spring celebrations will be some busy events along with untended duties carried on from last year. That is true for many of us, I assume. Regardless, I hope things will get better on your end as we advance further into the New Year. I will seldom update due to changes in my real-life circumstances and position but I still wish for things to improve on your end, author Kane Hagwood. May fortunes be with you, and have a pleasant day.

[willweb]

Who knew forever would ever end but in some cases it does. Those gifts, the promises of forever are something bought on sale I believe. Oh, they work good when knew but after a while, when the warranty runs out, they are as useless as thinking forever is...forever. I like how you did this, broken hearts sure do write some cool poetry...if I am right in my feelings when reading this.

[Kane Hagwood]

A lot of the inspiration came to me from the concept of guide dogs for the blind, using it as a metaphor then mixed it with the poetry. You ever try to help someone, but they're so busy saying and doing stupid s**t that you can't help but stare at them, questioning who the hell they think they are? It's a big mix of those two things.

Normally, I'd be like "hell yeah, brother," but the person who inspired me to write it is someone I do care about. They are a good person. It's just a weird time in our lives. Recently, it's been like they've been a different person, and I've had to ask where do I draw the line? And, well.... being dog tired.

Thankfully since writing this poem, things are far better. Not perfect, and still a little frustrating, if we're gonna be honest. But there's progress in the right direction, and at the end of the day, that's all we can really ask for, right?

Thank you for reviewing my poem, Willweb. It's nice hearing how others view my work and that those who do gained some value in the process :)

[Arundass TP]

A nice poem. Love remains behind the eyes, if Love stands in front of eyes?
Good work.

[Kane Hagwood]

Thank you, Arundass. Although I'm not sure I understand your question, I have to chuckle and admit, even your question is poetic in its own right. Either way, thank you for stopping by, friend.

[FGFRANKLIN]

In my opinion, you can make your own heaven or hell on this earth depending on how much effort you want to put into being happy or miserable. Many a man has chosen a bride in light so dim he would not have picked a suit out under it.

[Kane Hagwood]

I completely agree with you. We wield our own life and death within our tongue, and I do what I can to sprinkle SOME hope into my work, no matter how inspired by sorrow it may be. It's a sort paradox I'm still trying to understand. Speaking good over my life, while also not lying to myself about my emotions, or the suffering I still heal from. Trying to find a balance with these two important aspects in my life has been a challenge, but I'm working on it. I'd also like to think I'm making good progress.

"Many a man has chosen a bride in light so dim he would not have picked a suit out under it."

*whistle* Holy s**t, if that ain't true, I don't know what is. When I read that, I read it twice, three times, then just found myself sitting there for a minute. I know many men AND woman who have walked that path. I've stumbled along it a few times, though am thankful I stumbled where I did.

This piece was inspired by the expiration of patience. Imagine someone you love. Someone who has shown kindness, humility, courage, and honest love that no one can fake. Then one day, that person is no longer themself. This poem is a sort of over dramatic jest made in exhaustion, of constantly trying to figure out "what the hell is going on?", then finally saying "f**k it, I'll be over here if you still want me. But I'm getting REAL tired of this s**t."

But I'm happy the epilogue went slightly better, even if unheard. Thank you for the review, FGFRANKLIN.

[living lavender]

this is another great piece.
even though the topic and emotion are heavy...
{still. the words sing truth.}

[Kane Hagwood]

Miss ma'am, I have no idea how you landed with such grace or where you dropped your halo and wings, but I feel obligated to inform you that you're now going to be boarding the Tangent Express. No exceptions. Choo choo, mother fu-

*ahem*

Seriously, Lav, when I decided to put on my adventure gear and dive back into this site, I wasn't expecting to find treasure. And to find you, sitting on the dragon horde of forgotten tomes from a magical place, I have to confess: I find it fitting. Unexpected, but I wouldn't trade it for the world.

Thank you for being a shoulder to lean on, and I suppose I won't stop you from hoisting the pirate flag as we see where this adventure leads.

Foxes Favor You
Dragons Adore You Too
Thank You For Helping Me On This Journey
To See What Magic Comes True

Even in my darkest hours, you've helped keep the poetry alive. You will never know how much your are appreciated.

[living lavender]

your words bring a smile to my face.
:)
i will treasure each an every one of them.
read moreyour words bring a smile to my face.
:)
i will treasure each an every one of them.
{adding them to my horde of a collection. lol.}