i am tired
not for lack of sleep--
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,
fatiguely by life,
by the noise and silence,
the people, and
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 tired and there are not
enough hours in the night
for the type of rest i need...