RedRavenPoems

Where Poems Fly, Through Starry Skies.

Tired of it

Pushing onward, broken inside

Cannot stop, I fear would cause me to die.

Battered and broken, a life lived roughly

Seeking peace, yet denied unjustly.

Day in. Day out. Nothing ever changes

Everything stays the same, I always take the blame.

I tire inside of this game.

I tire of it all, yet I sleep, and repeat.

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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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