Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2016
Unedited

I'm tired. Tired into my soul. And I'm not that old...
But something in me wants to die.
Ask me again, I don't want to say,
or wonder, why once more
you want my thoughts and prayers.
Why, once again I must see my son dead in my mind, and why
you won't ask how that kills my hope
and leaves me tired in my soul.

Unedited...

I came here to write this down, because
******
"I can't close my eyes, and make it go away"
U2. Listen. If you can. S/he died from a bullet.
I can't think that away.
My prayer is tired.
And I wanted to write this down.

Unedited.
William Lodge
Written by
William Lodge  Roslyn Pennsylvania
(Roslyn Pennsylvania)   
462
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems