Tired

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.

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