Draw

I give up

I give up all

It’s not tiredness

Maybe it’s sickness

Of the body and the mind

The last few howls

In my mind

If such place is real

So fearful and weak

So powerful to be fixed

Chained to your new schedules

Routine scares you

So heavy it has become

To push it out your door

Much left on the road

Much of it what you called love

I swear it’s not my fault

I have lost

Your children need a home

Need to learn they are alone

Your time on earth is getting shorter

Your dreams are not so expensive

Become more real

A frustration

A resignation

In the mid night

You find the time

To draw a smile

Upon your face

Your face