Tired Life Retired – a poem

So tired, ever tired. Tired of life,

tired of the pain of reality.

Tired of the mundanity.

So tired.

Change tired, change pain.

Move focus, drive forward again.

But so tired.

Too tired.

Flowing in discordant streams of mildew.

Gone the epiphany effervescent of the younger.

So tired.

Refocused distraction from reflections anointed at sleep.

Too tired the awakening, too tired the living.

Too tired am I to resurrect my derelict intellect.

Banality of evil nothings and murmurings of difference in course.

Too tired am I, too tired.

Too tired I die.

Words By Benbo Smith.

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