Weary
I am Weary.
Of the drama.
Of the lies.
The Gaslighting.
The ground shifting under my feet.
The dodging of shards of someone else’s
glass.
The reinventing of history so vile it pollutes
all it touches.
The madhouse invasion of my peace,
the war that is not my own
with its bullets and klaxon horns filling the air
and leaving me no place to breathe.
About this poem
Inspired by a news article on Yahoo or all places. It is only partially about politics.
Tom
Quarry House 
Definitely relevant though in all aspects of life in these times
True. I figured the title alone would drive half my readers away, and draw the other half in. That is the world we live in.
It fits me and my life right now as wel as the world at large! Thanks!
You caught my secret. It’s really not just about politics. There are a lot of us weary as we can be from things happening in our lives. Adding my prayers to yours this morning.