Tired

I’m tired
of standing
in rainy fields
saying goodbye
to friends

I’m tired of
shotgun phone calls
and goodbye poems
from pills

I’m sad sore
of good lives
ended on dark
cold nights

With cut and jabs
and blood
lives ruined
by dark thoughts
and careless words

I’m worn out
from the dying
weep from all
the waste

Mourn for
so much promise
ended in such haste

© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com

3 thoughts on “Tired

      1. Awe, thank you Dave! I haven’t been getting your email notifications. I know I’ve missed several posts! I hope they figure out why I’m not getting them. It’s not just your posts! It’s most people. I’m trying to catch up! ❤️

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