Sandra Feldman


Tired


I'm all versed out,
It comes no more,
I sit there gazing,
At the floor,
I want to leave,
But don't know how,
I'm tired of fighting,
Here and now,
What is the point?
The game is through,
Can't waste my time,
Just loving you,
It was a dream,
A movie scene,
That motionless,
Stayed on the screen.

Submitted: Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 17, 2013

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