Tired Soul

Tired Soul In the morning light, my bones feel heavy, Each breath is a whisper, a plea to be free. The sun spills gold, but I see only gray, A weary heart trudging through another day. Coffee steams, but it offers no cheer, The weight of my thoughts is all I can hear. Dishes pile high, a mountain of dread, Each task a reminder of what’s left unsaid. I shuffle through shadows, I wear my dull skin, A smile’s just a mask for the turmoil within. Time drips like honey, too thick to escape, I’m caught in a cycle, a worn-out landscape. Even the laughter of friends feels like rain, It washes over me, but I’m lost in the pain. I nod and I smile, but inside I’m a ghost, A flicker of warmth that I miss the most. The night wraps around me, a blanket of sighs, I lie in silence, where hope slowly dies. Each star feels so distant, a flicker of light, Yet here in my darkness, I’m losing the fight. Oh, to feel vibrant, to dance with the sun, But the spark has faded, the battle’s not won. I long for the moments when joy felt alive, Now I’m just surviving, not sure how to thrive. So I whispered a prayer to the universe wide, For strength in my bones, for peace deep inside. But tonight I am tired, my soul wears thin, A weary wanderer, where dreams have grown dim. KM