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Tired
by Joan SerratelliI'm tired
of being told
that you want me
when it's oh so
obvious
that you don't
I'm tired
of being told
that you love me
when the love
is not felt
I'm tired
of asking
for things
that I get only
on your terms;
never mine
You tell me
how much
you love me
and you wonder
why I don't believe you
I'm sorry
I'm not who
you want
I'm sorry
...I'm only me
01/28/2010
Author's Note: Self explanatory?
Posted on 01/28/2010
Copyright © 2026 Joan Serratelli
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 01/28/10 at 10:07 PM ... excellent... poignantly succinct..... |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 01/28/10 at 11:49 PM Joe's right -it's a pared down gut punch, no less powerful for the quickness of the blow...nicely done Joan!! |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 01/29/10 at 12:29 AM ...joan, at 63 wish i could say differently...God is great, beer is good, people are crazy...lyric, but it takes 6wks for a puppy to open their eyes, 26 years for most men...a swarthy, but enlightening write. |
| Posted by Amie Golda on 01/29/10 at 02:27 AM The words in themselves are simple and common, but it's the phrasing that gives this poem its impact.
"I'm tired
of asking
for things
that I get only
on your terms;
never mine"
These lines here illustrate just that.
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| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/29/10 at 03:19 AM 26 years! Holy cow, Charlie! :)
Nice compression in this one, Joan. |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 01/29/10 at 05:01 PM My heart wearies too, from reading this.It connects and evokes the feelings of the poem onto the reader, so succinctly done. Excellent words of truth in the last stanza, sad as it is...this poem communicates. |
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