Weary of my days,
Weary of my unspoken ways,
The tricks and games
the mind will play.

Feeling weary of the rains,
The trials and tribulations of being a slave,
Weary of the looks when I speak,
Weary of the battles,
Weary of the crooks,
Weary of the screams,
Weary of those being so mean.

Fault or blame
it doesn't matter,
Weary of the meaningless chatter,
Small talk on a foggy day.

Weary of this life sometimes
in every way.

The darkness will come soon enough,
Weary of these darkest thoughts.

Lay me down
in a cozy comforter,
Morphine to make me numb,
the weariness
just lasts a moment,
Savor it
then it's gone
and
done.

weary with no end
weary soul since it may avail.
weary years
weary way,
weary with dancing.
weary to heal.
weary eyes
weary day,
weary feet
day in december
weary with our weariness.
weary with her head curled like fetuses
weary and crying
with her little bare feet have trod;
a man who sings
to my heart
and i was born.
you are so far,
but still the angel sent
to my mom
the world with beauty,
in a new life-span,
my life is dreary,
circulated melody
the morning i awake
for all the things on board
and in this tense of toil
to a few centuries hard learned
to a world free river
to a place
a few centuries old,
to a country!