Exhausted

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 fibers of my skin,

In my tendons, in my eyes.

I am exhausted,

Fatigued by my life,

By the noise and the silence,

The people,

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 exhausted,

And there are not enough hours in the night

For the type of rest I need.