Poets logo

Too Tired To Care

Life becomes surreal

By Robin EdwardsPublished 5 years ago 1 min read

Been sittin' on this porch now

till the sun sets against the sky

the hues of my life splash around me

painted before my eyes

A canvas of passion, and sorrow

with layers of a broken spirit

becomes the most beautiful painting

when the end is drifting near it

I've lived through fearful times

cried an ocean of bitter tears

found God when I wasn't looking

now I'm just too tired to care

I've lived for years with the boggy man

always pullin' the covers off me

I learned to stop fighting back

and set my troubled soul free

Now all the colors are beautiful

as the sun slips on a threadbare dare

darkness swirls around me now

but I'm too tired to care

When you're too tired to care

life becomes almost surreal

and the colors blend with a peaceful warmth

that you can almost feel

I lean back and close my eyes

and let the wind blow through my hair

and feel my soul set sail

as I glide into thin air

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Robin Edwards

Robin is a veteran, having proudly served in the United States Air Force. She worked as a speech therapist for several years before retiring. She enjoys writing, working on art, and margaritas!

Reader insights

Be the first to share your insights about this piece.

How does it work?

Add your insights

Comments

There are no comments for this story

Be the first to respond and start the conversation.

Sign in to comment

    Find us on social media

    Miscellaneous links

    • Explore
    • Contact
    • Privacy Policy
    • Terms of Use
    • Support

    © 2026 Creatd, Inc. All Rights Reserved.