Posted on Dec 7, 2012


Tired of it all
Tired of everything
Of the nine to five
Of all the fighting
The lies that are constant
A barrage of bullets
Of wasted years
Thousands of minutes
So much lost
So much that could’ve been
Wordless with it all
Of all I could’ve seen
Never too late though
To make that change
Those first steps
Are hardest to make
To be wordless no more
For stories to tell
To achieve great things
And escape this hell

It’s all about belief

Posted in: Poetry