surreal poetry
Surrealist poetry embodies the essence of poetry itself, drawing upon shocking imagery and lyrical incongruities to comment on the inner-workings of the mind.
"I Am Tired"
I am tired of pretending I’m fine of smiling for the photos while my soul sinks quietly below Of laughing in front of people but collapsing when the room is empty Of giving advice I don’t follow Of helping others heal while I ignore my own bleeding --- I am tired of hiding in bright rooms of being the strong one when all I want is to be held Of giving a hundred chances to people who wouldn’t give me one Of accepting apologies never spoken Of waiting for a call that never comes --- They say “You’re so brave,” but they don’t see the battles I fight in silence How I wake up already exhausted from dreams I didn’t choose and fall asleep with regrets that sing like lullabies in my ears --- I am tired of counting days like they owe me something but never give me back the hope I trade for survival I am tired of being the emergency contact for people who forget I exist until they need saving --- I am tired of looking in the mirror and not recognizing the person looking back Of being everything for everyone and nothing for myself I want to scream but even my pain has learned how to whisper --- I am a whisper in a world full of noise a shadow pretending to be light just so I can belong I wear masks not for the world but to protect the little I have left inside Because if I took them off you’d see the shaking, the scars the small voice saying — “Please, don’t leave.” --- I am tired of not being enough of being too much of not knowing which one hurts more I am tired of hearing “you’ll be okay” when I’m not even sure I want to be --- If I had a tombstone it would not say my name It would say: > “He tried.” “Silently.” “With everything.” And that would be enough. --- Reflection from My Heart I know this poem is heavy. But that’s how life feels sometimes. It’s not always about hope and motivation. Sometimes it’s just about surviving another day. Sometimes you don’t need advice. You just need someone to say, “I feel this too.” Writing this helped me feel less alone. And I hope, reading it, you feel that too. Because truthfully, many of us are tired. Tired of pain, tired of waiting, tired of always being the strong one. But that doesn’t mean we are weak. It means we’ve been fighting too long — without rest, without hugs, without someone asking, “How are you really?” --- Why I Wrote This
By Muhammad Riazabout a year ago in Poets
