There is a tiredness of mind, where limbs likewise lay lethargic,
Exhaustion more than physical,
A spiritual malaise dragging down a body without spirit.
Mind-numbing work, no challenge, little reward,
Bores its way into the psyche, draining all that hints of joy and life.
The longed-for return to family home, to warmth, nurturing, caring, sharing,
Becomes but laying down to sleep, as soon as essential chores are done.
To see the chance, harness reserves, to momentarily escape, to feel release,
These hard-found attempts at transient joy, are all that is striven for.
As life continues and leaks away, slipping between tired lifeless fingers.
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