TiredA Poem by Wolfe Greytome
Tired is simply what I am...
Tired of my rage, Tired of this crystal cage. Tired of the pain, Tired of the relentless rain. Tired of the pressure, Tired of being unequivocally unsure. Tired of the attitudes, Tired of the pompous platitudes. Tired of being weary to the bone, Tired of finding myself each night alone. Tired is simply what I am... © 2011 Wolfe GreytomeAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on November 22, 2011 Last Updated on November 22, 2011 AuthorWolfe GreytomeOrwell, OHAboutThere really isn't much to tell about me. I write poetry because I like to play with words. I am writing a series of fantasy novels because I got tired of the predictability of that genre. I tend to u.. more..Writing
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