Tired

Being exhausted does take a lot away from you, 

The tired head untiringly throbbing,

Eyes that are fighting with themselves to be useful for a while more,

Hands shaking yet assertive, can't help but work,

And the brain,the mighty putting in all its might to lead.

 

I see how being tired makes you dull, 

It kills parts of you bit by bit,

There is no poetry anymore, 

No paint as well ,

No reading or adding of new things.

There is plain silence, trying to maintain silence,

In the chaos that's rather unnerving.

 

Yet so .................laid back,

Does not want to be resolved, 

Who shall make the effort anyway ?

I am so tired.