Tired Poem by Tatiana Arango

Tired

Rating: 5.0


Die world.
Whom are you dancing for?
Wake up and read between lines.
You are a slave of lies.

Friend of the night
What am I?
Endless blue
when I look inside.

Soul in disrepair.
Numbness is all
what I have became.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM

Melancholy poem. The sadness in the poem rubs on the reader and the loss is mine as well.

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