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Monthly Archives: December 2014

I am tired and

There is no rest

For souls so wicked and harassed

Tired of the drag the bore the snooze the chore of being

Tired of the hate the hurt the run and on and on

They cry and wail and weep and mourn

I gnash my teeth awake, asleep no middle ground

No hope no peace

It goes around and comes around and sun will rise

And so will I but in the dark the light of now

I’m simply



*apologies to actual poets.