I am tired
tired in my soul
tired of being

I am sorry
for what I am
and for that I am

The soulful weary feeling
is worse than the weariness
that sleep can cure

I often wonder
if it would be a kindness
to end humanity

Existing in our state
the modern world
we are all tired

We are worried
and bound to the worry
slaves of our anxieties

To be alive
is to be caught up in thinking
and embroiled in problems

The thoughts stop
only in sleep
or death

starry eyed lovers
looking for
blurry eyed lovers
no sleep
wide eyed lovers
so late

coffee and cigarettes
*** and romance and
reading each other poetry
from old books
laughing and talking until 4 am
and not giving a ****

growing old and grey together
knowing all the secrets and flaws
that make you, you
and me, me

holding each other close
while the storm rages
and the raindrops dance on the roof
and the windows light and shake with each thunderclap
and the cold creeps in
but it can’t get to us because
we have each other for warmth

secrets and jokes that nobody else
shares but us
and nothing can keep us apart
because it is you and me
against the world
fighting back to back
to keep things alright
staying sane for each other

In a single moment
humanity emerges from
the womb; first breath

like the time before time
all is new and white hot
swirling around

the heat and pressure
Behold, a Genesis
man speaks: his world into existence

galaxies set into motion
each of us a god
with our own cosmos

we set the stars in the sky
we are creation
and Creator

In our old age
we reap the benefits
of all we have made
See now, a universe
and it is good