Murmurs

[This is the second of two poems with the same title]

I am weary, weary and despaired of man,
Tired of his many groans,
Sick deep in my heart and aching,
Grief is gnawing at my bones:
I am tempted to lay me down
Lazily beside the human sea,
Close my discouraged eyes
And live for me, just for me.

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