Folie à Deux

XLIII

I'm just so tired - 
not of the vibrant sunsets or rainbow flowers,
nor the burning stars and glowing moon, 
but they just seem so...
so...
dull 
and it wouldn't bother me
if the world stopped turning
or if all the roses were to w
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No,
this is a different kind of exhaustion;
one which the world has no part of 
but rather time
and it's unceasing seconds
adding up to eons of hours
on a clock so big 
we call it the universe
because it never ends.

This is a weariness
which cannot be cured by sleep
and each day only makes it worse - 
each dull,
dreary,
day. 

This is a fatigue
of life itself
and there are not enough seconds in the day
nor hours in the night
which can cure it.