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 

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  1. 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

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