Drained by the drama.
Cut down from the greed.
Tired of the torment.
None of it do I need
Alone in this I am not,
Of which I am aware.
Universe give us pause,
Before all we know is despair.
Fashioned from fever.
Lambasted by the tide.
Weakened under forces,
None of which I can hide.
Sad state of defeat,
Now leave me alone.
Can’t take all the chanting,
Only wish to go back to my safe home.
Tune out the torment.
Flip off the switch.
Give time for a reprieve.
Moments where I don’t have to think.
Is that a price too high?
One that should not be wished.
Truth is I can’t say,
Only hope its not been missed.
Rustle the raptures,
Or leave them to burn.
Those are my feelings,
For its too late to learn.
From good omens yet to be carved.
Come realities that we are sinking,
So set me free from this farce.
No longer can we sit and be patient you must realise.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 