Feeling Tired ....

Way back home from a monstrous day
I felt tired with each passing step,
as if burdened by earth
and a heavy soul;
It was nothing,
it never was for it never will be.

Impatience and ambition,
fear and anxiety,
Success un-demurred
scared was I,
Of what I never knew,
never have for never will be.

My pain and my sorrow
me and my benign self,
And as I looked aside
to an orphaned dust
to a scarred hand
to an eviscerated belly
to a lifeless being.

I felt tired no more with steps
tired ..... oh! so tired from heart,
Ashamed and repentant
of my oblivion
of my incapacity
of the selfishness
of the hopelessness.

And I walked on
feeling tired .....
indeed it is
a long .....
long way back ....
back home.