Check Italian version here: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/05/12/poesiastanco/
Man I’m so tired,
so tired of all of this.
So tired of talking,
even tired of walking,
so tired of thinking,
so tired of blinking.
So tired of everything that hurts,
of this rules, of everything that drives me nuts.
So tired of debating,
so tired of remaking…
Tired of trying to help you understand,
tired of thinking about a plan.
Continua a leggere “#Poetry:”So Tired”.”
Original/Italian version: https://loscittorevolante.wordpress.com/2021/02/26/poesia-non-puoi/
You can’t ask a lion,
to ba a gazzelle,
you can’t ask a wolf,
to be a sheep.
You can’t ask to somebody who cares,
to stop caring.
You can’t ask a sensitive person,
to become cynic.
She/he will never be.
One thing is to try to correct our flaws,
or even erase them…
Another is to totally change our nature.
You can’t ask me that.
I don’t want to change who I am
And I think you like me this way.
I can never be something I am not
And I don’t want to be.
You can’t ask me to stop writing,
you can’t ask a painter,
to leave empty his work.