I think I need a rest,
Maybe a small break
For all I've lost, maybe I could use it.
I have no understanding anymore,
I have no belief,
My faith has washed away,
This cruel world has taken it.
They feed upon fear,
They waste pride,
They don't care how young,
They selfishly thrive.
Although I have wasted myself,
It's so hard to try,
I want nothing anymore
So why comply?
YOU ARE READING
Zenith - A Book Of Poetry
PoetryA book of devoid poems. There isn't much to explain, or describe. I wrote My Dark Friend- A Book of Poems which I had to end do to my issue of writing too much, so this is kind of part 2.
