It’s just a long day. It’s just tiredness,
But jaded eyes don’t see a way out.
The body beat brutally by restlessness,
But pride keeps shushing bitter mouth.
The mallet of circumstance crushed
The bones; the hopes; the silly faith.
The spirit ruined, grinded to mush,
I fell like favorite trouble’s bait.
The day will end. I will survive,
I’ll do the job, head held up high.
But it’s today – I shake, scream, cry;
Wishing just to roll over and die.