Tired

I'm growing tired

of listening
of concentrating
of participating
of always being alert

and awake

Tired of smiling

and talking
of saying please

and thank you

Tired of rain

and the dark

of the slippery ground
and of the shouting of a man
selling something on the street

I'm tired

of all the noise
of pushing through the crowd
of red traffic lights
of cruel wind

and cruel faces

I just want to rest
with my head

on your shoulder
and your hand in my hair

Reviews

[Steve]

Hey, it's been way too long since I was here (apologies), but the good thing about this place is you can just peak into the achieves and I'm glad I did, this is a wonderful poem. It reminded me of that (fantastic) Sunday Afternoon piece that you did where you capture the moment of something effortlessly, and here I can just imagine this being written on the window ledge of some city apartment with all the hustle and bustle going on down below.

I think I said it about another piece of yours but it's a style that because of its seeming simplicity looks easy to imitate (and I have read quite a few here) but is really quite layered and difficult to do well. It's so well structured and doesn't try to force emotion though the poem has it in buckets, and I think it has to be read out loud to really appreciate how good it is. I particularly loved the last two lines, the personal amidst all the impersonality, really good ending but overall an awesome piece, keep writing!

[better off]

i like this, found this with emotion, can feel what you say.