Tired

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I am so tired.

I feel unwired.

A haphazard, chaotic mess,

Almost always in distress.

I feel like writing on fatigue everyday;

Maybe, just maybe, it will then go away.

Sometimes everything is a blurry haze,

It is regular, can’t call it a phase.

I ask myself, how and why!

Am I living a brutal lie…

Is this what life is about…

Just a long silent disturbing bout.

I have tried & tried, often cried;

My face is a pool of tears dried.

When will the pain cease?

Days smooth without a single crease?

My bosom friends are hurt & pain,

Often physical, its my best, the main.

How do I elevate & rise above?

Fly free in the sky like a sweet dove?

Is death the ultimate goal?

“Memento Mori” was driving my soul.

I am exhausted is my whole vibe,

Lone ranger without a tribe!!!