I'm Tired
I'm tiredMy fingers smeared with ink
I'm tired
My soul emptied on the page
I'm tired
My blood soaked these words
I'm tired
Because there is pain
In what I write
Every sentence
Every punctiation
Every word
I'm so tired
I'm Tired
I'm tiredcmlestrade commented on I'm Tired
08-22-2013
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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