I am tired of my morning torturer <br />dragging me out of my warm bed <br />throwing me into the morning ritual <br />of washing, of dressing <br />of eating breakfast <br />together with broken dreams <br />together with eyes filled with sleep. <br /> <br />I am tired of trotting to the subway <br />of the polluted air <br />of the piercing sounds of metal <br />packed inside tubes among <br />pale faces <br />vacant eyes <br />yawns and bad breaths. <br /> <br />I am tired of my office job <br />of ringing telephones <br />of pounding away on keyboards <br />the muffled voices <br />the meetings, the memos <br />the artificial politeness <br />a place where competition is valued as a virtue. <br /> <br />I am tired of pushing the shopping cart <br />thinking of what to cook <br />an army of products on the shelves <br />corrupting my vision <br />the long human lines <br />the bored but <br />cheerful scanners. <br /> <br />I am tired of trudging home <br />loaded down with food <br />cooking, and listening to my teeth <br />working on chicken wings <br />washing it down with beer <br />doing the dishes and <br />washing my clothes. <br /> <br />I am tired of putting the trash out <br />breathing in the stench of urine <br />pollution, tapas and marijuana <br />climbing up steep steps to <br />to my shared life <br />to my small room <br />feeling a dent in my soul. <br /> <br />I am tired of brushing my teeth <br />in front of the mirror <br />my fatigue patting me on my shoulder <br />my mortality giving me a thin smile <br />going to sleep afraid of dying and <br />dreaming dreams, and <br />battling with nightmares. <br /> <br />I am tired of being tired.<br /><br />georgios andritsos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-tired-of-being-tired/
