Worn Out


I am worn out, not just from the day’s weight,  
But from the endless cycle of thoughts that spiral,  
The echoes of dreams that dance with fate,  
A mind that wanders, forever in denial.  

Each heartbeat feels heavy, a rhythm that drags,  
Carrying burdens that no one can see,  
In the quiet moments, my spirit lags,  
Yearning for rest, for a glimpse of the free.  

I search for solace in the embrace of night,  
As stars flicker softly in the vast, endless sky,  
But peace eludes, like a ghost taking flight,  
Taking my hopes with a whispering sigh.  

The world spins on, a relentless parade,  
Images flashing, like shadows on walls,  
While I linger in echoes of choices delayed,  
Caught in the silence where past memory calls.  

What is this search for meaning I chase,  
When each step forward feels heavy with doubt?  
In the maze of existence, a forgotten place,  
Where the heart seeks refuge, yet finds no way out.  

I crave the stillness, the embrace of the sea,  
Where waves wash over, erasing the strife,  
In the rhythm of nature, I yearn to be free,  
To lose all my burdens, to reclaim my life.  

Yet here I remain, in the depths of the fray,  
A soul seeking answers, a spirit that's bruised,  
In the endless pursuit, I find light gives way,  
To shadows that linger, and dreams that confuse.  

So as twilight descends, I’ll surrender the fight,  
Embrace the fatigue, a friend to my mind,  
In the hush of the evening, I’ll find my respite,  
A moment of stillness, where peace I may find.  

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