Weary by Nicole Assenza To think is to be weary Sleeping is escape Or elusive As chasing a dragon Or a green fairy Times like this You think To be Or not to be When you’re Doing nothing But Wasting time The way fire Makes ashes It’s a constant anxiety A meal of sorrows A wheel that’s turning Powering nothing Your head buzzes And it’s starving For silence It’s thirsty For reply From the abyss But To think is to be weary 04/23/2006 Author's Note: Stress. Posted on 04/24/2006 Copyright © 2025 Nicole Assenza Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Matthew Zangen on 07/13/06 at 03:39 PM "Wasting time/The way fire/Makes ashes" = awesome image. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)