TIRED

It is about a poem about how one is greatly overwhelmed by suffering in life.

TIRED
Am tired to get it done,
I have reached my limit,
Am so worked up to move on,
Because am moving a chained wall,
Chain hooks pegged to the my bone,
While gripping tightly the tiles crevices,
Blood dripping, lubricating my path,
But all scientist, like Newton,
Say I have not done work

My torturer loves when I gnash my teeth,
Cry miserably like I’m bereaved,
And as I struggle to run with my shackles,
So I better be, not to excite my torturer,
I know you hope I fight to death,
Break through my constrictions,
Rising high like a dolphin after breaking water waves,
Sorry to not follow the norm! ,
I will wait for death,
And so be it