I've grown weary of having cried dehydrated tears for countless years
having walked among beasts I counted myself dead
survived upon only water and bread
no safe place to lay my head
I've grown weary of having fought for countless years
broken bones and busted dreams
every night we heard their screams
Living on prayers while subsisting on sorrow
never knowing if I'd see tomorrow
I've grown weary of this journey through life
so much indifference, malice, and strife
Reprobate rulers mount their steads of corruption and greed
they push us forward
into a future of most certain horror
I've grown weary of hating my enemies
and myself as well
I've grown weary and all that remains
is this drifting ship...without a sail
Living on prayers while subsisting on sorrow
never knowing if I'd see tomorrow
I've grown weary of this journey through life
so much indifference, malice, and strife
Reprobate rulers mount their steads of corruption and greed
they push us forward
into a future of most certain horror
I've grown weary of hating my enemies
and myself as well
I've grown weary and all that remains
is this drifting ship...without a sail
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May our lord and savior be your sail and his holy spirt the wind and his words calm the water outside and within!
ReplyDeleteThanks.
DeleteSays volumes of life experience. I see a collection of poems published from these some day in the future. Art is the only thing that precedes our material coil. The nightmares make the waking moments worthwhile : )
ReplyDeleteThat would be nice. Also, if not for bad times we'd never appreciate the good times. You never feel more alive than when you survive death, water is never sweeter than when you're dehydrated,food is never better than when you're famished, and sleep is so much greater when you're deprived. :)
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