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 fibers 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 dark
by hope and despair.
(m.b)
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryDANGER; You're about to read what goes on inside my head, are you ready, because what you see on the outside~~is NOT in the inside.
