Sick and Tired

I’m so sick and tired
of the demons playing
the sadness hardwired
anxiety baying

I’m so sick and tired
of the dark side preying
the cold black I esquire
and senses still rotting?

I’m so sick and tired
of all of my straying
the people I admire
they know I’m draining

I’m so sick and tired
of the demons playing
maybe I should expire
I don’t see me winning Ω

Like a Tree

A friend with a different world view
left recently without notice
and no path pointing back
I have to admit:
Bonds crumbling abruptly eat me alive
but I have spent years moping with losses
while forgetting the 52 who stayed
Now I realize:
I would rather grow with those who remain like a tree
than waste waters on dead plants.

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