RedRavenPoems

Where Poems Fly, Through Starry Skies.

Overloaded

Body gone numb from the daily grind

Mind gone blank, it’s twisted in a bind.

Emotions tangled like copper wire

Every nerve ending feels like it’s on fire.

Peace eludes the one who seeks it

It’s hoarded by the lucky few.

Don’t you wish that it was you?

Barely functioning cursing fate

Cursing choices made to late.

Can you relate?

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A Simple man who dreams of being an Author one day. A lover of poems and stories of all types. A dreamer and a tale weaver in my spare time. What little I have as a father of three. Come sit by the fire, and let me spin my tales, let me speak my rhymes, and show you, a quite good time.

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