Poems and Prose

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Poem #9 Tired

Tired is the word
Like I've never been heard
Hidden away
Not aloud to stay
Whatever I say
On any day
They don't listen
They don't listen

I don't want to go
Out
Or climb about
I want to stay inside
Not go on a ride
I don't wanna glide
Or swim the Clyde
They don't listen
They don't listen

Even if it started snowing
They'd still like to see me going.
Even if it rained
I couldn't go on the plane.
It drives me totally insane
They don't listen
They don't listen

I need to stay in
and then I will grin.
I need my own personal space
So I can dance

by Mhari 130600