the tired end

there's no blood

no more fire

no more passion

no more rage

there's no anger

towards myself

the world, my God,

even this cage

the teenage angst

has all but died

my zeal for being

sad is gone

all i've got now

is this weak

and quiet plea

to not go on

no kicks or screams

as i depart

exhaustion

took its final toll

the blaze of glory

flickered out

i surrender

my life's role.

~mj