Battlefield Earth Poem by Brandon J. Moore

Tired of being weighed down in this spiritually exhausting place forced to keep this plastered smile upon my face.

I don't want to be here.

I don't want to be surrounded by these people, these houses- these illusions, these falsities- everywhere I go.

Stuck forever soaking in this distance, in this sameness, enough I surrender... to it all.

I'm tired of muting myself.

I've been scarred- Help I'm wounded, I'm crawling back, to the hut, out of distance, out of range.

You can't see me hopefully, forever- I've disappeared.

And all this is supposed to change with a family, with a wife, with children, and with time.

People haven't made the best decisions- but there I go again blaming, trying pride- feeling high, yet in still, I'm sooo low- yet in still.

Stuck in the middle of the meandering, in this mud, in this mire, in this muck.