tired

ph. unknown

Tonight, as I have currently run out of things to read at the moment, I decided to revisit my collected poems of Langston Hughes. I opened the book to a random page...and strangely this was the first poem I landed on...

Tired

I am so tired of waiting,

Aren't you,

For the world to become good

And beautiful and kind?

Let us take a knife

And cut the world in two --

And see what worms are eating

At the rind.

I say strangely because this perfectly describes my mood as of late...not happy, not sad, just tired...