My eyes hurt.  There’s an irritation around the edges.  They’re sensitive to the touch.  The lids are falling.  And the center has a heaviness.  At times my vision blurs.  I can’t see clearly.  Weary.

I’ve seen too much.  I can’t think straight.  I’ve heard too much.  I can’t listen anymore.  I’ve said too little.  I can’t find the words.  Confusion reigns.  All in vain.

And then I relent for there’s no other choice.  Letting life take its course as it will anyway.

And the way forward finds me.

SHOULD I LIVE?

Releasing fullness
Washing over emptiness
Endless, should I live?