Tired
Barely a man
And yet I've already seen it all
I've seen the blood, I've seen the tears
I've seen countless men succumb to their fears
I'm tired of these damn wars
That disguise themselves as my everyday life
Their pain becomes my heroin
And their despaired cries are my needle
She shone like the sun
Addicted like a drug
And crashed all the same
When my supply ran out
I grit my teeth and sweat pours from me
Raining like tidal waves
Drowning myself
In my salty oceans
Barely a man
And yet I've already seen it all
Zero motivation to run forward
Yet I step forward once again
Inch by painful inch
I crawl forward
Dragging myself along
On miles of broken glass and used needles
Looking forward, I see my path
For several hundred miles in any direction
Tripwires, mines, liars, killers and thieves
I grit my teeth and sweat
Praying that this body will fall apart
That my eyes no longer need to see
That my lungs no longer need to work
For Death's sweet black embrace
My solace lies in eternal warm solitude
Comfortable warmth in the summer inferno
Another four months of fighting?
I've got no choice but to grit my teeth and scream at this dying world,
"Bring it on."
Copyright © Derek Chos | Year Posted 2012
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