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Jul 2014
I am tired
The aches of my bones have exceeded my years
No longer able to lift my own weight
My arms stage a mutiny
Against the mind that is still crying out orders
In hoarse desperation
I give up
The tendons clinging to my tattered skeleton
Are letting go
And, I resolve, so should I
Let go
Lord this is where I am
I would say this is where I stand
Yet I'm sure that would be an overestimation
Of my current state
Yet I can't really complain can I
With you laying broken on the cross
For these now worn down bones
Take me and use me
For my own will
Is what lead me here
To this place of suffering
Remake me
For it is my only hope
Ryan Galloway
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Ryan Galloway
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