TIRED

( T ) o

(  I ) magine 

( R ) eality 

( E ) arnestly 

( D ) riven 

TIRED is as, day’s events. 

Hopefully was filled, with positivity. 

Exhausting if spent, watching shenanigans. 

When ego outweighs, humanity’s best. 

Wondering if ever, gets better. 

During those times, must refocus. 

Drop “ bigger picture”, for awhile. 

Or never get, to sleep. 

Time after time, optimism squashed. 

That’s when need, a hug. 

Find a way, occupy self. 

Pick up pen, and write. 

Word by word, keeps coming. 

Until is said, and done. 

Head on pillow, more comes. 

Asking what’s it, all about?

How possible to, like people. 

At same time, do not?

Until just want, to shout. 

Middle of night, can’t do. 

So instead find, grinding teeth. 

Release and then, deeply breathe. 

Don’t always finish, at once. 

Drags on and, on sporadically. 

Decides when stop, of itself. 

At same time, feeling guilty. 

Don’t want disturb, anyone else. 

Plus need to, get sleep. 

Is it time, count sheep?  

Thankfully was enough, this time. 

So writing served, it’s purpose.

Even when followed, strange dreams. 

The mind being, quite creative. 

Processing in it’s, own way. 

Next day ready, to face. 

Do not from, reality run!