Worn

Worn out
Mind, body, and spirit
The three to collide in an impending train wreck,
mind so fried, it laid itself to the side.
Thoughts bouncing on the walls of my cracked cranium....
And all along I thought I was made from titanium.
WEAK
Body depleted, exhausted, exacerbated
from being overworked and disrespected
Perpetually feeling like Atlas,
with the weight of the world on my shoulders.
My spirit is hungry and thirsty
Starved and deprived at times
Always carrying other's burdens
Heart is heavy like lead,
while I walk this Earth dragging my feet.
My rest comes when I get laid down deep.
R.I.P ME