Exhaustion
I am tired.
Not for a lack of rest-
No I slept quite well last night,
And I've had my coffee.
It's something deeper, something
Inherently present, in the
Fibres of my skin,
In my tendons, in my eyes.
I am exhausted,
Fatigued by life,
By the noise and the silence,
The people and, the
Empty rooms,
The light and the dark;
By hope and despair.
So worn down by the world,
That nothing in it can
Refresh my mind of the constant buzzing.
I am tired and there are not
Enough hours in the night
For the amount of rest I need.
YOU ARE READING
Words; a poetry book
Poetrya book filled with words; words to inspire you words to make you happy words to make you sad, but most importantly; words to make you feel something.
