By : Aemieinks
Tiny shoulders, burdened with weight,
A weary sigh, a heart filled with pain.
"Mother, I'm tired," a whisper so low,
But the world keeps spinning, and she must go.
Her dreams are stifled, her spirit confined,
In a cage of duty, her freedom defined.
"Mother, I'm tired," a plea unheard,
As obligations bind, with a cruel word.
Her eyes, a window, to a soul in despair,
A longing for flight, a breath of fresh air.
"Mother, I'm tired," a silent appeal,
For a life of her own, where her spirit can heal.
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Poems from the heart
Poetry" if a writer falls inlove with you, you can never die." - A short poem collection by yours truly. Disclaimer : I'm really not that good at poetry so please bare with me. You may also encounter typographical and grammatical errors.
