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 lips,
like that pretty shade of red lipstick which you see smeared on my fingertips
It only hides the unliving paleness of my skin
for a moment,. like there is blood passing through my veins
But then it fades away, reminding you that there isn't life in there,
Just lifelike stains.
Tired? I don't think so. For I felt nothing, just like a pile of stones
I wish though, that I could feel something
Atleast a deep ache to the very core of my bones
But "I'm tired" is what I say to everyone,
Without thinking of what I really feel,
"I'm tired" are the words that dance on my tongue
When I do nothing and want to do nothing
For nothing that I ever do perceives as real.
I'm not tired, just dead and beyond repair
I'm not tired, for I feel neither joy nor despair
But yet, this word in my vocabulary I half heartedly hired
A pretentious word, a lie, a mask to cover my reality
A counterfeit for the living, for a ghost does not feel- tired.
© NeethalSequeira