I . A M . T I R E D

Tired.
I just want to close my eyes,
While hatred dies,
And mothers yet again cry for the lost of a child.
Living in this irritating world of violence and people acting wild.
Not a smile,
is seen where darkness conquers memories.
I'm tired.
Exhausted on being told what I can't and should believe.
I want to close my eyes as all turn to ashes and dust,
And hate turns to rust,
But who can I trust.
When hate is everlasting and eternal,
It puts love and peace on the back burner.
What has come of a nation that was once united.
Now as reality is invited,
All is different and divided.
To sexual orientation, race, and discrimination.
We are all one,
When I close my eyes, but when they open,
We are all done.
Mothers mourning their child depart.
Her heart,
A black whole.
Now she hates,
While I wait,
For a different fate.
Be honest, nothing changes, we are all reprobates.
I am tired.
Scared on giving up.
Tearing up.
Fearing looking up at the almighty, for I am part of the worlds sin.
Would he forgive.
Can I continue to live,
Being tired of what I feel within.
All I can do is close my eyes so that i won't see the pain,
But I can still hear the rain of destruction falling on my window pane.
As I open my eyes, I am still tired.
So my goal is to close, but never open them again.
Because with them open, I just cannot understand.