I’m so weary of life
my wounds are open and sore
pain bends my back in despair
eyes half blinded see only blurs
yet the anger and hatred
the world expels
is all too vivid and real,
like a too bright morning sun
that burns tear filled eyes.
Even in the light of day
darkness is all I see
it fills my soul and mind
the air so think I cannot breathe
it suffocates and blends with the scent
of the flowers overpowering perfume.
Wasted moments lie by the wayside
fill the gullies and ditches
empty hands reach to grasp the edge
but find only loose rocks and sand,
with each struggle to survive
the weariness grows heavier
until it pulls me under
and I whimper in defeat.