Collapse

My eyes are now tired of sleeping wet

My ears are tired of hearing silence

My body is tired of its strong fragility

My hands are tired of its numb savor

My thoughts are tired of facing its shortcomings 

My poems are tired of the echoes of words

My heart is tired of the sweet mourning

I am tired of being feeble and destitute self

My soul rips apart from the core 

I am too full of this hollowness now

And this collapse makes me complete.