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SadAnna M. Johnson

I Am Tired

I am so tired! Of what, of life? Oh, no, not life itself but All the little things that go Toward keeping up this intricate Machinery called life — The body of this life! It looks to me incessantly for Inconveniences, as daily bath, A breakfast, food for morning, Noon and night and medicines Perchance, should I of these Indulgencies lose sight.
SadAnna M. Johnson

Differences

Others have idle chatter, Friendships, that idle grow; I am alone—no matter — Maybe ‘twere better so. Others have aspirations, Shelving their thoughts from me; Strange are their innovations; Brothers we'll never be. Others are turning slowly, Watching the way I take; Perhaps they think ’tis holy, Perhaps a great mistake.
SadAnna M. Johnson

Nothing More to Say

There was nothing more to say — Winds that swept the words away, Left the heart like stubble, hay! Closed the mouth for aye, and aye — There was nothing more to say.
SadAnna M. Johnson

Why Do I Weep?

Do I weep for myself Or do I weep for the World? I am not a Christ crucified to death, Into a furnace hurled Of Earth’s woes, and with parting breath Commiserating Earth’s deficits in love, While trying immortality to prove— So I weep for myself; It may be light grieving, Selfish, in self-believing.
SadAnna M. Johnson

We Wander

We wander o’er the Earth, We walk a little here, and there, We write some nonsense, seek the mirth Of foolish friends who ever wear That same sweet camouflage—that play Of careless laughter on the air, That hides the heart in sad despair — We wander, friends, so far away!

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