I'm tired, burnt out, overwhelmed and stressed
I feel the pain of no life being lived
While each limb pulled all in great distress
I simply pray that this pain is but short-lived
No routine no schedule no sense of home
No way do I see myself living here very long
My heart and eyes, to the Midwest they roam
My soul tells me nature and trails is where I belong
I am drawn to the outdoors for quite some time
The fresh smells, the beauty the ever glorious return of the sun
The old memories I have had there at onetime
my only wish is that my crazy life had not begun
It is almost like a dream waking up each morn
Not truly knowing where your life path will take you
My concerns beliefs and faith all have me torn
Wondering what of these truths are even true
Death will come to me at some point soon
A life span for humans is but the blink of an eye
Life is a blessing yet death is all our doom
It's something you cannot avoid no matter how much you try
I don't care how I phrase it nothing ever truly matters in life
The money the fame careers and even power will all dissipate
It doesn't truly matter if you had a wife
The politics the violence the racism the constant hate
Yes while I'm alive I will hate those who hate
I will love those who love
Not on words but actions that are great
And yes I believe that God still reigns but from above
How will I die I fear, when will it be
Where will my last breathe be drawn
How will others recall and remember me
Death is but a thought stuck in my head from dusk until dawn
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New Material 2018
Poetryrandom on the fly poems I write from inspirations and feelings experienced during 2018
