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H O
W A R D U N I
V E R S I T Y
Faces
& Voices IV
AN ANTHOLOGY OF VERSE AND
PROSE
Tired
Dwann Davenport
I feel as if I’m carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders.
I need time to rest,
Time to relax,
Time to think things through,
For I cannot make it alone.
Everyday my burden gets heavier.
Piles and piles of troubles stack onto my shoulders
Weighing me down.
I can only take so much.
My load causes a change in me:
Social life--nonexistent,
I only want to be alone;
Personality--deflated, unrecognizable,
So unlike me.
What has happened to me?
I have tried to deal with my problems on my own,
But the encumbrance is just too much to bear.
I need your help.
Only you can comfort me and ease my suffering.
Doctors say, “Come back! Well run more tests.”
They haven’t a clue as to what is really going on
While this sickness attacks my body.
It’s eating me alive!
Stress at work and in the home are overbearing.
Nothing seems to go my way.
More and more is placed ahead of me.
Before I can deal with one problem,
Another is added to the list.
The road is cloudy,
I can’t see my way through.
I need your consolation and understanding.
I need to feel your presence.
I need your love and serenity.
I long for a deep slumber,
Time to rest my weary body,
Time to reenergize.
I am crying out for you.
Do you not hear me?
Am I not speaking loud enough?
Should I try again at some other time?
You must realize that I’m throwing my hands up,
I am through with these hardships.
I’m giving my all to you.
Accept me and do what you must
For I am tired and I need rest.
I’m closing my eyes now.
Take me Lord.
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