Exhausted
⠀
I cannot distinguish my body from my eyes
which is more tiring.
⠀
Now, I only crave restwholly.
⠀
And yet,I cannot let go.⠀
⠀
Days ago,
the resolve was firm—
to end the wait through motion.
⠀
The reality is that
even today,
only then did I truly take action.⠀
⠀
Words spill forth—
A jumble
of random light.⠀
⠀
To write—
I have carried this
for so long.
⠀
A secret vow—
To break the habit
of silent thought.⠀
⠀
And so—
I still find myself helpless,
tethered to a thousand trivial things
that snare my heart and mind.
⠀
To write—
When was I ever less than consumed?
⠀
I held on,
briefly.
⠀
But I—
already spent.
⠀
Soon—
the weariness.
I only crave rest
over this toil.⠀
⠀
The tedious toil—
Downright
soporific.
⠀
And so it was—
A swift defeat.
⠀
No more.
⠀
Perhaps today
is not for ink.
⠀
My eyes speak—
Only pain.
⠀
Urging me
to lay down my arms,
and surrender.
⠀
It was born of a computer—
No good solution, this.⠀
⠀
I began to weigh
the very shape of writing.
⠀
Back to the source.
⠀
The vicious wheel
turns again.
⠀
Before the stride—
Falling
into the same dust.