deepundergroundpoetry.com

T.I.R.E.D.


Fueled by blindness
Driven by greed
Armor, layered with thick foolishness
Weapon, sharpened with hope in vain

Madness cropped at its best
A warrior pulled out of my thigh... signifying nothing
All battles entered, never won
Numbness, only trophy kept

Tired of tiredness
I slowly wither
Numb with solace
Fading in every pulse and beat of veins

An era that dawns failure
consuming me voraciously

~Atan
Written by Atan
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 1 reading list entries 0
comments 2 reads 584
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
COMPETITIONS
Today 7:13pm by Sappho
POETRY
Today 6:06pm by Ahavati
SPEAKEASY
Today 5:07pm by Ahavati
SPEAKEASY
Today 10:09am by Rew
SPEAKEASY
Today 1:49am by ajay
COMPETITIONS
Yesterday 11:58pm by divaD