Tired (Brandy Goodman poem #8)

I’m tired of saying I’m tired

When someone asks after me

The strong front faded long ago

Now the shell is what they see. 

Walking about with a sour look

Never a positive word to say

Shuffling through life like a zombie

On any and every given day. 

I’m tired of feeling tired

Weary down to the bone

Dragging the bottom of the barrel

Utterly lost and alone. 

Consumed by pain and worry

Drowning in hurt and fear

Pushing everyone away

Because it aches to have them near. 

I’m tired of being tired

Exhausted to the core

Fretting about everyone and everything

Leaves me physically sore. 

Entombed by the weight of problems

Shrouded in the dankness and dark

Scrounging to fine some good

To bring back my old spark.

I know I’m not the only one

Others have felt the way I do

But their words just don’t help

My negative point of view. 

So many years feeling this way

Have finally taken their toll

How do I find a way back

From being tired to the depths of my soul.