Tired

Today I’m tired once more  I’m tired But in a different kind of way Today I’m tired But from the lack of pain I’m tired of loving too softly I’m tired of paper planes on concrete Tired of the fan in the night Tired of this heat and the will to fight I’m tired of…

Saturday Thoughts

I wrestle with my own mortality. Lost between the coming and going. My brain is in disarray and I find it hard to concentrate. It’s the depression. I wear it like a second skin now Close to my heart. I want to tell you something different this time I want to say that the medication…