Are you as tired as I am?
Do your feet burn from walking
working
waiting?
Do your joints creak?
Is the breath filling your lungs enough to speak what needs
speaking?
Or do you gasp at night for air that never comes,
Silenced by dark?
Do your brittle bones break under the
Weight of another day in paradise,
Where dogs eat dogs and
Metaphorical bullets get bit so
Literal ones, maybe, won't?
Do you cling to hope so tight that your knuckles turn white and
Ache from never moving,
Never letting go?
Do you hold so tight that even if you wanted to let go,
You couldn't?
Does the flickering light at the end of the tunnel
Trigger long-haul headaches
Retinopathy
Seizures?
Do you do The Work
To reach an end, you
May never see,
Despite?
About the Creator
kp
I am a non-binary, trans-masc writer. I work to dismantle internalized structures of oppression, such as the gender binary, class, and race. My writing is personal but anecdotally points to a larger political picture of systemic injustice.
Comments (3)
Eyup. It's like the world is slowly grinding everything down. DX Your poem is wonderful btw.
I am tired of everyone who is different being considered an enemy. It's loathsome. I am really upset at what's happening at the moment on both sides of the Atlantic. Dark days. Your poem was excellent. I'm just sorry it has to be like this.
The UK Court ruling disgusts me, and the crowing of the mainstream media about victories disgusts me even more, it's like defining every painting masterpiece as a blank canvas, because that's what it started out as. Excellent powerful words.