Fatigue
The weight of the world presses down,
Crushing your chest with every breath.
Every step feels like a mile,
Every thought a heavy burden,
Tired eyes that can’t stay open,
A body that begs for rest,
The world won’t stop moving,
And neither will you.
It doesn’t matter how much you sleep,
How many times you shut your eyes,
It’s never enough,
Never enough to outrun the exhaustion,
The kind that seeps into your bones,
The kind that makes the morning feel like a lie.
The noise never stops.
The demands never end.
Everyone needs something,
Everyone pulls,
And you’re stretched too thin,
A string ready to snap,
A soul worn to a thread,
There’s no time to break,
No room to fall apart.
Your hands shake,
You hide it.
Your mind races,
You don’t let it show.
You keep moving,
Keep pretending that you’ve got it under control,
It’s a lie.
A lie that you tell yourself,
A lie you tell everyone else.
Fatigue isn’t just physical;
It’s mental,
Emotional,
It creeps in where you can’t see it,
Where you can’t fight it,
It eats away your resolve,
Turns your fire into ash,
Turns your hope into smoke.
And still, you keep going.
You have no choice.
You push through the fog,
Stumbling,
Falling,
Always getting back up,
Even when you don’t know why,
Even when you can’t remember how to keep going.
The world doesn’t stop,
And neither do you.
Inside,
It’s a battle.
A constant struggle to keep moving,
To keep fighting,
To keep existing in a world that never stops demanding.
And at the end of the day,
When the noise finally dies down,
And your body finally crashes,
You wonder if it’s worth it,
Wonder if this constant chase is ever going to end.
There’s no answer.
There’s just fatigue,
And the knowledge that tomorrow,
It all starts over again.