Tired, tired, I'm so tired
Tired of life and you, yes you
painted in black with flaming eye
howling squint and squeal so deep
I'm tired, tired I'm so tired of you
My life controlled in your web
Freedom my Hercules task
Not now, never once consider
my freedom never, but an Hercules task
In the tentacles of you murderer
Ah! I look on from here
with eyes whose sight dark and pale
How can there be a tomorrow there?
When right here nothing but death's hail
Tired, tired, I'm so tired
with tears burning down I write
Hoping someday someone with cords or wire
Can come from nowhere to bind tight
This thing that has held me long in captivity.
Its hegemonious reigns of fire
are fetishistic and brackish
One it gives, ten a taken.
Nothing right here free, but each
a-one, so costly, daring and killing
Weakened, gosh so weaken!
How can I go on without cursing day born
For in this pain without gain I burn
When remember my salvage living
I wait in Ernest though hope lost
Yet wait I for a miracle somewhere
Not from thee who also lust
after things can't have but force rear
Enough of thee, enough I say
In my pondering state heard of him
Who is the controller of ones pay
Him who is able to take all hurt away.
I await in earnest his warmth
To warm off this cold of death
In the balcony of reasoning
decision taken to run back this season.
I a free born in Him now
Old things gone, all gone
Including thee that cause my doom
All of thee washed away by Him.
With open arms welcomed home
A me condemned in guilt.
Enough of the shambles and fumble
Enough of you who my destiny jeopardised.
Its you I'm talking to, yes you
Its you called anger
Never again will thee linger
In this heart of mine never will you.
Its you I'm talking to beast
Its you called unforgiveness
Ah, enough of your madness
can't live no more with thee
Cos I a new in him called Christ
Enough of the shame put me through
Then never knew, now I know
Enough cos I tired of thy rule
Thy rule of pain without gain.
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SWEET ART
PoetryThis book is about poems on love, inspiration, motivation, and feelings. I hope you enjoy this piece of art. It is from the heart and its simply inspiring and indeed a sweet piece of art. Some of this poems are extracted from my ABANDONED WEBSITE ww...
