Ryan Brodesser

(9/16/1994 / California)

Blessed


when I lay down my weary head
and put my tired mind and body to bed
in peaceful slumber, lying there as I sleep
and dream of of dreams soft but deep

easy fun nothing stressed
that is why I am blessed
every morning and afternoon
my troubles come all to soon
having no fun,
working in the blazing sun
and from the shade of trees,
relaxed, calm picnicking families
soaked in sweat, life distressed
that is why I am blessed

life's lonely as it can be
even while my mind and body is free
love is lonely and not for me
I live without it wearily

alone on the field, nobody here but me
I am tired, and depressed
yet this is why I consider myself truly blessed.

Submitted: Monday, August 12, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 26, 2013

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