I am tired by Ann Wood
I'm tired of being guilty,even for nature,
which in the midst of cosmic chaos,
created life.
I'm tired of being ashamed
from other people's sins
and heavy bills to pay,
to my enemies.
I'm sick and tired of sprinkling
sick head with ashes
and every time I visit,
by a fictional benefactor.
Now again, as if she had come down
from a dark, hailstorm,
nestled in a warm groove,
I took the load off myself.
Poetry by Ann Wood
Read 363 times
Written on 2020-02-26 at 19:18
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
