Tired Hands

Tired Hands

 

The words are angry,

simple and vague.

The soul is aching;

Freedom is at stake.

 

The mind is busy

And the heart is pumping

blood is rushing,

bringing oxygen to the lungs.

 

The fist is stiff,

The knuckles hardened,

the eyes are tired

and in need of sleep.

Reviews

[Tree]

Kinetic energy, man. That's what I feel here. then in the last verse you bring it down. Energy, emotion. we pay the price, one way or the other. Cool piece/ Inda

[Inda]

Thanks Diego, glad you liked it and took the time, always appreciate your sincerity.