Exhaustion

Exhaustion

By May Kwek 

The night air is quiet

And I neither sleep nor wake

But move on from task to task

As best as weak strength can make

Do I still have a soul I wonder

It feels hidden away somewhere

Leaving just the flesh and bone

And tired eyes to stare

Silently at the screen

I gaze from left to right

In this darkened place

It seems so very bright

My feelings have vanished

I don't seem alive

But this heart keeps beating

Against death it still strives

But my mind has deserted me

It's mired in grey fog

My limbs worn down and heavy

Like a pair of logs

Everything feels dry

The heart is withered and grey

The whole world feels

Like a cloudy overcast day

I don’t know who I am

I don't know where I'm placed

I seem to be some machine

Working with a plastic face

I can't start I can't stop

I can't stay I can't go

I need to find, where is it?

Where can I find my soul?

Copyright © 2016 by May Kwek