mantra
By donnamarie
This is my life. I am so tired. I have been fighting for my life. I am so tired. I have been fighting all of my life. I am so tired. This is my mantra. I thought you'd understand. We thought that leaving it all behind would end the war. They were all coups. Well when is our coup 'deta? This is not a "time" in my life. This IS my life. And I am so tired. So I simplify and sigh. *SIGH* "Please do not cry." I look in the mirror, once again. There they are: Those Tears. My own "Trail of Tears". He's taken my Innocence. He's taken my Hope. He's taken my Pride. When is my Emancipation? My armaments and ammunitions are depleted. My shields are lost. Troops - ? They've retreated and gone. i am alone. and i am so tired. The wars (present and past) haunt my memories and my nightmares. These flashbacks... Another sleepless night: I wake up to my own screams and tears... I don't wanna cry. And I am so tired. This is my life. Please make the nightmares dissipate. Please wipe the tears from my cheeks. Because I am so tired. (I thought you'd understand.)i wish you'd try to understand... Written April 6th, 2002 © on Apr 06 2002 01:53 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"This is my life...."