Tired, Tired is my soul
No dream or goal
Although the sky is bright
The little cloud pure white
The sun is warm
This autumn morn
Wake up, wake up
The magpie sings
Come on, I’ll cheer you up
Take a ride on my wings
Tired, tired is my soul
To the magpie I reply
I’d rather follow the mole
Into his darkest hole
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I found this poem on a tiny notepad piece of paper, which tells me I must have written it at the kitchen table, perhaps after breakfast when I usually feel tired and lethargic. I must have been depressed too.
© 2014 Irina Dimitric
Filed under: Dark Poetry, Kintsugi, Poetry Tagged: Australian birds, dark poetry, depression, epizeuix, magpie, photo, poem, rhyme, SunWinks! 1 June 2014, tired soul, Writing Essential Group
