Drenched and drained
How is it I feel?

Much activity on the surface
Emptiness inside

People talking in riddles
Why do you hide?

A long road ahead
But I am already tired

Stuck where you left me
Caught in time

My mind a storehouse
The past contained

Memories relived
Of what never happened

Hope without hope
Life a hypothesis

Heart ripped apart
But still beating

Mind in cobwebs
Insanity nay far

Floating in vacuum
Flesh and bones

All encompassing tiredness
I must flee to my Sabbath.

(Picture Courtesy: Google Images)


  1. no words.. beautifully written !
    never expected this, after reading the post title i had some thoughts of something different.


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