My Nerves are shot
I can't get adjusted
To what you are not
Metal that has rusted
No reason to keep going
My eyes are bloodshot
No reason to stop what I'm doing
My skin turning hot
To the rays of the sun
With such raw power
I am about to run
With my strong tower
No one can go as deep
As I do
The grudge I keep
If you only knew
The pain I felt
What I laid
The cards I've dealt
The prices I've paid
My Nerves are shot
I can't get adjusted
To what you are not
Metal that has rusted
No reason to keep going
My eyes are bloodshot
No reason to stop what I'm doing
My skin turning hot
To the rays of the sun
YOU ARE READING
My Old Poems (2011)
PoetryJust a compilation of the poems that I wrote in 2011 on my Ipod. I wrote these poems at the time to try and lift my spirit, I knew I needed it then. Enjoy. Become a fan on Facebook if you like it. http://www.facebook.com/Johnhicksbooks :)
