Tired Poem by Adeosun Olamide

I am tired of your presence
-Worn of your laughter
Tired of my pretense

I am tired of your affection
Jaded of your gaze
Worn from my submission

I am tired of your warmth
Weary of the jewels
Tired of revelry

I am trite of your child
Sick of being "wifed"
Tired of my duty

Spent of beside
I am tired of the walls
Neck worn of lowering

And of the sermons too
-Tired of you, lord
Tired of my virtue



Let me from wallow, my love
Let me a saunter, my child
Let me a lust, my love
Let me a murder, my Lord
Let me a sailing, breeze
Let me from drowning
Let, my will