#tired poems on Hello Poetry

Courtney Hawkins 2d

Tired

every morning I wake up
a miracle and tragedy
wrapped up in one
I should be grateful but
all I feel is exhausted
let me sleep.

Some days it's just like that.

#depression #tired #courtney #hawkins #lucida

Nikita 5d

Trapped

Fences built from deadlines
Purpose made from sacrifices

The illusion of freedom is just that

A silhouette of the our souls bleeding

Tired and empty

#poem #poetry #society #trapped #cage #tired #empty #sacrifices #soul

Arpitha Jul 30

Tired

Foggy and drowsy
I live like a zombie
How do I choose
between the devil and the deep sea?
To be burnt out due to no sleep
or to be weary from too much??

Taking medication for insomnia and I am not really sure which is better, taking or not taking.

#insomnia #tired #medication

Bloomy ashes Jul 29

Tic Tic Toc!

it's night again.
the room gets dark.
the stars—my audience.
the moon—my stage light.

my thoughts resurface
behind the velvet curtains of my mind.
they’re loud, bold—
as if to make me shrink.

it's 2.07am.
and i can no longer tell the difference
between silence and screams.

i turn and turn
like hands of the clock.
tic. tic.
TOC.

it's morning again.
curtains close like tired eyelids.
the stars fall.
the moon dims.
maybe now
sleep will remember
that it still owes me.

for my overthinkers and unslept
just me and my 79% sleep debt

#nightthoughts #insomnia #2amsilence #tired

Arpitha Jul 27

Buried

Thoughts keep running in my head
Never getting tired
Obsessive and despairing
Scarring and impairing
Just when I think I can’t go any lower
I get buried one more foot under

#thoughts #tired #sad

Lostling Jul 21

Alone, not peace

Some days you’re tired
And the silence no longer welcomes you
But burrows into your soul, sealing it in a straight jacket
Sometimes the world is too bright
And the darkness no longer brings comfort.
Yet darkness is the only way you can bear
To live in your skin.
Some nights music sounds like mourning
And quiet sobs, screams.
And it hurts.
It hurts so much

Down Day
I just want peace but I can’t have it

#tired #hurts #alone #dark #quiet #screaming

Pho Jul 20

Lost Connections

You walk through years
wearing the residue of once-voices.
The air shifts when they vanish.
Not loud. Just
less.

Some leave like sleep does
on the edge of dawn
almost,
almost,
then nothing.

The tangled threads of connection fray.
Unravel with no ceremony.

You forget the colour of their laughs.
Then the shape of their silence.
Finally, the weight of being known.

Loss is not one cut.
It is sediment.
Layered
a geologic record of every
“remember when?”

You grieve the collapse
of a constellation
only you could name.
It falls
quietly
into itself.
Star by star.
Touch by touch.
A spiralling black hole.

This is how the heart breaks now
not in halves,
but in echo,
each silence larger
than the last.

#tired #lost #sad #connection #lonely

Arii Jul 18

Loved me, loved me not?

If you really love me,
Why won’t you show it?
If you really love me,
Why won’t you say it?

Why won’t you show me that
                                                     you
Don’t love me anymore?
Why won’t you tell me that you

Don’t want me anymore?
That you don’t care, you don’t care,
You care? Don’t you say?
Why don’t you walk away?

Why won’t you send me away,

Like how you
                         Always
Let my presence          fade?

Like how you

                         Loved me?

People have always been so terribly, terribly confusing, huh?

#loved #past #desperation #tired #love #care #guilt #burden

Nosy Jul 14

Chronic midnight

I toss, I turn.
My blankets—too warm,
then too cold,
like storms across my skin.
My thoughts go.

Never silence—
just a pain burning behind my eyes,
a mind wired
to a clock not built
for this reality.

I get up and circle my room,
Sit down, play a tune,
Write my ghosts onto paper,
Reshape my pillow.

A breeze,
a hum,
a passing car—
all rise like ghosts,
but none loud enough
to drown the ones in my head.

“Please be quiet,”
I whisper to my mind.
But instead,
it grins and says:

“Remember what you did 10 years ago?”
“Wasn’t that moment strange? Embarrassing? Wrong?”

I give no reaction.
I’ve learned:
engagement feeds them.
So I lie there,
Handing off insane,
hoping the ceiling swallows me whole
And take away my pain.

I cannot shut off—
not until I’m lowered, into a silence
Surrounded by the mournful,
deep enough to dull the thoughts,
until I’m sealed away
and my mind finally softens.

#insomnia #sleepless #nights #awake #tired #silence #overthinking

n Jul 11

knotted lines.

tracing strings backwards
pinning moments on a board
only too become entangled
      by     a      feeling
that   shouldn’t    need      remorse

unravel the ties
to keep from fraying
weave     in    and    out
to  stop   each cravings

knit my words into your brain
stitch your chords into my skin

intertwine to rewind time

reclaim
respire
consider
desire

rinse. repeat.

live in denial
    or
start   a    fire

reclaim
respire
consider
desire

rinse. repeat.

strike the match
stoke the fire

burning bridges
(so i thought)
it doesn't matter
(an afterthought )

its getting late
it's time to think

              (for)   a   lot     more

                       laughter    (a  love   long  after)

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#old #tired #love