Tired Poem by Dashaun Rashod Snipes Mister

Tired of the constant chaos,
the never-ending noise,
I yearn for a moment of calm,
a pause from all the toys.
The world spins rapidly,
a dizzying pace to keep,
but what about our souls,
do they get a chance to sleep?
I am so tired of waiting,
for the world to become good,
where kindness prevails,
and love is understood.
But as I wait, I see,
the cracks in the facade,
the ugliness and hatred,
that leaves me feeling flawed.
Aren't you tired too,
of the hurt and pain,
of the never-ending cycle,
that we cannot seem to tame?
Let's take a knife,
and cut the world in two,
exposing all its layers,
and what's hiding in the view.
Peeling back the surface,
we may find some truth,
about the worms that crawl,
eating at the rind of our youth.
The worms of greed and power,
feeding off the innocent,
leaving a trail of destruction,
in their wake so evident.
But there are other worms too,
ones that may come as a surprise,
the worms of insecurity,
that feast on our self-doubt and lies.
And then there are the worms,
of fear and doubt,
making us forget,
what it's truly all about.
But as we split the world in two,
we also split ourselves,
revealing our own worms,
ones we keep hidden on our shelves.
The worms of judgment and hate,
that eat away at our empathy,
the worms of jealousy and envy,
that steal our ability to see.
There are so many worms,
that infest our human race,
and as we cut the world in two,
we must face them face to face.
But let's not stop there,
let's dig even deeper still,
for beneath these worms,
lies something much more real.
A seed of hope and love,
that still blossoms within,
no matter how many worms,
try to eat away at its skin.
For every worm that we find,
there's a flower to be grown,
a chance to spread kindness,
and let love be shown.
So let's not despair,
or let our spirits tire,
for beneath the surface,
we can still find fire.
Fire to ignite change,
to burn the worms away,
and rebuild a world,
where love can finally stay.
A world where we are not tired,
of waiting for it to be kind,
for we have taken action,
and left the worms behind.
I am tired, but not defeated,
for I have seen the worms and flowers,
and I choose to nurture,
the beauty that still towers.
So let's take that knife,
and cut the world in two,
to uncover the truth,
and what we can still do.
For we may be tired,
but we are not alone,
together we can make a difference,
and let love be shown.


Authorship by: Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
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