Fatigued

CATEGORY

life

My stride reduced

to the slide

of my soul

to a drag

as slow as

an old hand dance

or a long pull

on a stove

in bitter cold

Sometimes

I can barely

stand

to bear

my own

circumstances

Still

I make

advancements

Straighten

my spine

like steel columns

Lock my knees

Chest out

Eyes focused

laser-beams

“Never hopeless”

is my mantra

Build my opus

stacking stanzas

until my work stands up

for something

because I don’t

want to fall

for anything

But if I do,

I man up and crawl

until

I have the legs

to walk again

wind to run

Pressing forward

‘til the race is done

Too easy to lose

faith in self – succumb

to the hate when felt

My cloth is different

Not willing

to debase myself

to stroke their egos

I try to uplift

through my gift

Love of my people

is why I do this

Present another face

alternate view

to the public disgrace

major media spews

Fatigued?

Yes, indeed I am

Just a hue-man

with a burden

A heavy load

for certain

but genetically

engineered into

my person to persevere

when they

were breeding

needed workmen

Now their burden

is their fear

feeding itself

with all the wickedness

they’ve done

over the years

but I

AM NOT

LIKE THEM

I’m just tired

- HymnAgen