Tired short poem

Photo by ND Strupler

Tired eyes.
Tired of the cries.
Tired of the lies.
Sick of the deceit.
Sick of the defeat.
Taking no for an answer, but I’ve still been beat.
Less beats to my heart, a slow and rapid start.
The faster it goes as the pain begins to show.
Can’t cover it up anymore, everything is out.
Wired mouth, can’t speak the truth.
Trapped in a box. But I’m slowly gettin’ loose.
Bull dog, I broke out.

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Tired long poem

So I struggle everyday. Caught in a fight between my heart and mind, Tranquility impossible to find. The war rages on my mind birthing its evil spawn. My heart building walls. The walls are high, the light dies, my heart