Tired Poem by Uzezi Ologe

Tired

Rating: 5.0


My bones, weary
Heavy like a tombstone
Engraved in bold
My lore that made my mold,
Told
Amidst fields of pale marigold.

Tuesday, August 9, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Zwelethu Siwaphiwe Shweni 16 October 2016

Very nice piece Ozezi. You articulated tiredness well here.

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