to tired Too try

All thats left to do
Is to give up, oh we’re through
Theresynothing left that s true
When we’ve livedsuch lies
All that I can say
Is I dont have much to say
That’s why ive been hiding away
And biding my time

Now, the danger is here
Let’s all dance in the fear
There’s no christ left to steer
As we push it into high gear

I have given up hope
And everything Ihave evet known
Gonna let these monstrs grow
From dark valleys below
These are the seeds wehve sewn
Atop these crumbling tombstones
When colder winds stattto blow,
We shAll collapse on rottin thrones

I’m betting
It’s getting
Close
To
The end
No hoping
Just coping
Asleep
In
Our lonely beds.
This is apocalyptic.
Most respond in apathy.
But the apoplectic
Banished for blasphemy.

I’m so tired
But. I can. Not sl eep
I wanna do something!
But may. Be wecan try again nxtweek. ...

Reviews

[Lacey Sue]

Was this just a feeling you were thinking at the moment because it's an extraordinary poem and I was just curious

[Dennis Shanaberg]

This was the result of a rather strong bout of insomnia, so very in the moment. Thus why I retained all the typos. Felt a part of the moment it was written

[Davidgeo]

Couple typos in the there but overall a pretty solid write. You can feel this one, it's not exactly a pleasant feeling but that's not exactly the point, I imagine.

[Dennis Shanaberg]

Thanks.
Yea. Typos were intentional. Written in a bout of insomnia, felt it fit the piece to leave em in.
I appreciate your thoughts.

[Coyote Poetry]

My friend Dennis. All of us get tire.
"I’m so tired
But. I can. Not sl eep
I wanna do something!
But may. Be wecan try again nxtweek. ."
We can't give in, we must go forward. Sometime we need place, new job and new people. Once I held a 30/30 to my head. Saved by a phone call and I saved many. I am still helping many. I hope you are doing okay.
Coyote