I am so tired of feeling I'm grateful
for the strength to fight on each day
so many gifts given
for just one man to have…
…I just wish they'd go away.
Why must it be I that casts out the liars…?
or the cheats that cheat us to much…?
or those with law badges that chose to divide us
and darken all those they touch?
I have given till now I have nothing
no love…
no hope…
just despair
I am tired of fighting those think themselves mighty
I am tired of wanting to care.
Each day left feeling that I'm wanting…
just wanting an end to it all…
each day my heart's feelings… hurt and left reeling
from those that I trusted to call.
So why should I care for the sunrise…
or the beauty that each day may bring?
with so much darkness around me the sunlight means nothing
and my gifts to me… not a thing!
This poem is about not being able to trust those you should
in particular British police officers who cannot be trusted!
