Exhaustion

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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 dark,
By hope and despair.

So worn down by the world,
That nothing in it can
Refresh my mind from the constant buzzing.

I am tired,
And there are not enough hours in the night,
For the type of rest I need.

Poem by:-
Ariel.

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