Weary to the core
There is no rest
No sleep
That can restore
Music bounces off my ear drums
Failing to penetrate the soul
A long weekend cannot cure it
This is the compound interest
Of years of too much
With the chaos of nightmares stacked on top
A lifetime of instincts drives one to seek a brief moment of pleasure
In whatever guilty sin is available in the moment
Yet it makes no lasting difference
This is weariness like we have never seen before
Maybe this is the beginning of the end
Is there no escape?
Even in rest there are constant distractions
You become a slave to information that
you don’t care about just because the flashing lights call your name
Escape, always looking for escape
I have an idea, tell me a tale
Weave for me a world of wonder with your words
A world where I am no longer weary
I place that I do not not want to escape from.
For it would be my escape, my refuge
unhiddenlight 
This is lovely and very moving, Chris. Thanks for sharing it. Lots of love, Lorrie x x
Dear Chris,
This is so sad, yet also beautiful. We need to concentrate more on the good things in our lives as well as doing what we can to make the world a better place.
Lots of love,
Mum xx