there's a weight even I can't hold

I'm the kind of tired that makes people OD just to get some sleep
You tell me I complain too much
I'm alive and that's good enough

I say you can't feel the crumbling ash of my bones
Under the weight to just being
Not that you're listening
Ever word that doesn't align with yours
Is an excuse away from enlightenment
Even if you've never touched anything
That wasn't a drug induced philosophy

We can't see eye to eye
And I'm too tired to fight
Ever anti-establishment sentiment
You can't hold in
Like a cult leader with no followers
To inhale every intersecting train of thought
Like it's gospel

And when you leave I'm more tired
Than when we met
The weight of your intensity not enough
To level this city that never sleeps
Just enough to half bury me
In the unspilled blood of your words not turned into actions

I'm the kind of tired that makes people OD just to get some sleep
You tell me I complain too much
I'm alive and that's good enough

I don't tell you
That right now it's not

(C) Indie Adams 2016