Tired ? Am I?
Tired seems far from real .
I do nothing for my body to feel weary
But my mind, carries a weight,
Too heavy a word, yet it disappears like a speck of dust
In the hollow darkness of my soul.
Tired is not what I am, I believe.
Numb perhaps would be more appropriate,
A better word to keep
For tired would still be a feeling I would feel
For tired, makes you crumble and fall asleep.
But what if, what if I am just hopeless?
And was dead all along?
And my body walks with you from my home to my grave
After washing and grooming,
No matter the amount of work you put into me I'd still be unassuming
You place your kiss on my...