Tired…

Every tiring day yielding certain uncertainties

culminate with anxiety and fear…

Not one day passes without thoughts

of negativity being entertained.

Of life and of love, of how life was lived,

of how love has taken life,

and of how love has clung onto life.

So many years, so many conversations, so many needs

so many perspectives, so many clashes

have taken its toll and taken life

further and further away.

Bellowing, beckoning frustration.

The seasons has come full cycle,

yet the cycle has brought nought.

Life has been lived and lived with love

but love has truly been miscreant and fleeting.

Love could have been harnessed and kept inside

its receptacle beating and defiant.

But where time goes, love not always does..

All’s left is time, time spent, time to look forward to.

Tiringly weaving days leaving no direction, no affection

Just a blur of daily musings, longing and emptiness.

Hatred just barely peeking, wishing life wasn’t such..

Just living like an empty box in an empty space

deserted and abandoned..

So Tired..

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