Tired.
Night is setting in.
I just want somebody to love.
I just want to feel needed again.
Tired.
Wanting to just go to bed.
It is cold in my room
When there is no one curled
Holding me close,
Lying next to me
Keeping me safe and warm.
Just me,
Alone in my room.
Tired.
Just want someone to care.
Just want someone to love me.
Want someone to want to be near.
Tired.
Tired of feeling alone.
Tired of feeling this way.
Tired of saying good bye to friends,
Ending up home alone
Staring at an empty bed.
Tired.
It's an empty feeling
Coming home to an empty room.
There is no one to greet me,
No one to expect coming home.
No one there to say the words "I love you."
Tired.
Sleep draws me near.
It's cold in my room.
I just wish someone would love me enough
To wish they were here.
Tired.
Sleep takes its hold.
I lay in my empty bed,
Room for two,
But no one to share.
Just me alone
Trying to catch some sleep
Just me alone.
Just me and the empty room
of my unsung dreams.
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About The Artistic Poet: Cristina Marrero
- Kent Marrero
- Jacksonville, FL, United States
- I'm a Latinx, Queer/Non-Binary writer born in San Juan, Puerto Rico. I transformed into Diaspora when I was transplanted onto the mainland and have lived in Florida ever since. Before coming out as Transgender, I wrote The River - The Unsung Love Story and published a book of poems initially released through Lulu.com under their birth name. Shortly after that, I took a break from writing, leaving the series unfinished. Today I continue writing under my chosen name with a focus on LGBTQ+ intersectional characters for Young Adult audiences.
I like how you used tiredness so much as the feeling in this poem. It reminds me of periods of my life when I was depressed and only wanted to sleep because it felt like the closest thing to not existing.
ReplyDeleteFor me, when I am depressed... it's odd. It takes me forever to get to bed, but when I do, I sleep for hours on end.
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