poesie

tired

at night, instead
of sleeping,
i pray desperately.

in the dark, in the
cold, i beg and
plead helplessly.

gods, can't you see
i'm so so tired?

all this blood wears
me down, and
i grow restless.

gods, can't you hear
my regretful cries?

isn't all this rage
supposed to make
me stronger?