Tired
Tired body, tired out
Empty dreams finding my bed
Tired eyes, tired mind
Empty thoughts finding my head
I don’t know what to do
How to make the darkness light
I don’t know what to say
How to make everything alright
Tired body, tired out
Finding nothing but the negative
Tired eyes, tired mind
Finding anything but the positive
I must find some light
There must be something I can do
I must find some words
There must be something I can say to you
julie callaghan
Fri 7th Aug 2020 12:23
Three poems and still nothing to say today.