by Andrea Tadpole
I'm tired of doing the right thing
Yet being blamed for all that's wrong
I'm tired of loving deeply
But getting nothing in return
I'm tired of the drama
I'm tired of all the noise
I'm tired of angry stares
And the silent, deafening scorn
My heart is so depleted
I'm so sick and forlorn
Somehow simple kindness eludes me
Those about me do not care
They don't mind constantly taking
Yet they forget to share
I'm tired, so tired
Don't know why I even care
I don’t see myself as poet or author. I’m just a woman who finds solace in the process of writing. It’s a spiritual journey. When I write I feel like I am sitting with God. Some of the content might be offensive; it’s not directed at anyone. I put my raw feelings down and sometimes it’s not pretty. Life isn't always wrapped in a beautiful package. I have learned to deal with this by writing. I hope these words speak to your heart as they have mine! ~Andrea~
Jun 11, 2010
Traffic Jam
by Andrea Tadpole
Stuck in the traffic jam of life
Going nowhere fast
The juggernaut so far up the road
Don't know what's slowing me down
All I see is an ocean of tail lights
Cars so thick it suffocates me
I'm so tired
Just wanna sprout wings
Rise above the chaos
And go home
Yet I've been sittin' in this jam so long
I've forgotten where I belong
Stuck in the traffic jam of life
Going nowhere fast
The juggernaut so far up the road
Don't know what's slowing me down
All I see is an ocean of tail lights
Cars so thick it suffocates me
I'm so tired
Just wanna sprout wings
Rise above the chaos
And go home
Yet I've been sittin' in this jam so long
I've forgotten where I belong
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