Tired

we live in a world of make-believe,

where fantasy rules and anything goes,

with death only a video game away,

where might makes right,

where self-indulgence and pleasure rule;

I am tired;

I am tired of games and pretending,

I am tired of rude, obnoxious individuals,

I am tired of pampered, spoiled children,

I am tired of being in pain,

I am tired of sleepless nights,

I am tired of worn out dreams,

I am tired of struggling and toiling,

I am tired of writing meaningless words

that no one will hear;

I am tired;

my body is failing,

my soul is sinking deeper into oblivion,

my breath becomes fouled and labored,

I want to be part of the sleep process,

I want to dream forever,

I want to bathe in the light,

surrounded by 10,000 angelic voices,

I want to belong to Him;

who hears my voice?

who knows the turmoil building within?

who understands the darkness

descending upon this land?

who sees the futility of this life

without God?

I am tired.

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