March 15, 2019
Too tired to talk
Too tired to walk
Too tired to fight
Too tired to write
A pendulum swings
Of drowse and proud
Of break and make
At the flight of the pen
To the fall of the eyes
Too tired for light
Too tired to write
Despite the sight of the bed
Here I pen agai
YOU ARE READING
Ajar
ŞiirA daily journal full of poems of love, of joy and grief Pen enslaves the hand and paints the vast land of the canvas we call Speech
