Drained

I am a tired artist
Exhausted of dealing with canvasses
Some blank
Some brimming with creatures
Of my imagination

I am a weary explorer
Bored with the conquest of territories
Some deserted
Some bountiful of the fruits
Of nature's generosity

I am a defeated hero
Frustrated by causes fought for
Some trivial
Some crucial to the survival
Of the human race

I am a heartbroken lover
Grieving for sweethearts loved
Some in passing
Some claiming to be owners
Of my weakened heart