Just so tired and
beaten down,
The whole world keeps
spinning round.
My body aches and my
mind it quakes,
How many times will I
make mistakes?
Overly tattered and
feeling so blue,
Im sure that soon Ill
come unglued.
My vision is hazy and
insides shady,
Can I keep myself from
going crazy?
The battles and wars that I so often fight,
Are so deep within me I
often loose sight.
Torturous scares I bare
them in blame,
I must try to remember
not to feel shame.
Such a turbulent ride
that never subsides,
I must remember to try
to hold on tight.
To stand in judgment
every single day,
Can even cast a good
man straight down on his knees.
These things that are
written are truth and not lies,
They come from within
me deep down inside
©2006 Rhonda Leigh
Hittinger
