I wish my mind would let me go
To say ok I’ve had enough
But instead it fights to grow
I’m just tired, it’s always tough

I bust my **** trying and doing
I put me last and all else first
I’m ask and told to keep on going
To see rewards is my thirst

But I’m just the dirt of  your life
I’m always there when I’m needed
Then you ignore, it cuts like a knife
I’m tossed away like a garden that’s weeded

Written by E.M.Rushton
June 12 2019