Tired Eyes

by Duane Anderson

My eyes are tired,

tired of looking at you,

tired of looking at the world.

They long for a break.

Take me away to clear blue skies.

Take me away to sand filled beaches.

Take me away to the moon, to Mars.

Yes, take me away to anywhere but here.

See you tomorrow,

or however long it takes me to recover.

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Duane Anderson currently lives in La Vista, NE. He has had poems published in Fine Lines, Cholla Needles, Tipton Poetry Journal, and several other publications. He is the author of ‘On the Corner of Walk and Don’t Walk,’ ‘The Blood Drives: One Pint Down,’ and ‘Conquer the Mountains.’