Tired
Feeling tired
Yep
Burned out
Exhausted soul in a relaxed body
The irony, isn't it?
When your body feels tired
And it can't take no more
Your soul is asleep
And when your body wakes up refreshed and full of energy
Your being has been worn out
With a mind that refuses to think
And a will that refuses to want
Anything but nothing
Is there a cure for that?
-Unwillingness-
Or is it here to stay for good?
My God, who's gonna drag this hollow carcass for life?
Even my words refuse to speak
They're dormant in the deeper corners of my brain
I wish I knew how long it's gonna take them to wake up again
How long it's gonna take me to be me again
I wish I knew whether my soul can be saved
Original content by @ruth-girl - 2020 - All rights reserved
Originally posted on HIVE, also shared on my Whaleshares and Steemit blogs
Oh dear. This sure captures deep depression. I hope that's not what you are feeling, but then, sometimes we all do. I wonder if depression serves a purpose, like a fever, or a sneeze. More like vomit I suppose.
Great great poem. Very moving.