Sick And Tired Poem by Sven Rhoads

I've been fighting a battle that doesnt seem to end
I see the sunshine but its keep turning shades of red
The angels weep for what the world has become
So sick and tired of the fight that has yet to be won

Vicious cycle that becomes the everyday norm
Look at the final product that has now been born
My bloodshot eyes cant take another sleepless night
So sick and tired of it all but I must win the fight

Onward and forward into the relentless storm
There can be no substitute for victory
My body bruised, broken, ripped and torn
But when its all over my eyes will come to see
That I will be still standing

I've been bleeding my every effort for a change
Been down deep in a hole, now the world's so strange
Screaming at the shadows within my mind
So sick and tired of this constant axe I grind

Sweat is pouring off my face, breathing heavy
Progress moving forth and remaining steady
I know on the horizon the sun will come
So sick and tired but I know the war has just begun

Onward and forward until all ground has been taken
Despite the journey to hell and back I wont be forsaken