my eyes

Oh I am weary
Of so long toil and turmoil

Of use and haste and blindness
My eyes are milk white
My ears stopped still
My mouth full of sand
My fingers dumb and numb

Yes, I am weary

Of pretense, of falsehood, of strife
Of greed and cruelty and filth

Did you set forth this table
That you might yourself eat all
and others nothing?

Oh yes I am weary

I am a woman made for love
Made to serve
Made to delight

Oh my love how is it so
That I have done everything
and we have


And yet it is not enough?

Because, my love
I am weary

And now it is time
for you to work.

According to Harlan Ellison and my grandmother, “You’ll go far Amy, because you have heart.” Author of 40 books, former exec., Nebula Award nominee, Poor.

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