Maybe Poem by nesersert nesersert

There are windows
without a view
sitting in my head

Where I usually babble
the words are not coming
the thoughts are dead
closed down
and I cannot believe
I have reached super-saturation

I feel as if
I could lay down and sleep
for a century

So tired, weary,
everything can keep
because everything
is so empty.

This is like depression,
but it is not
as picturesque as that.

Feels like melancholy,
but it is not so lonely,
as to be on that track.

Maybe I have been pushing
myself in one direction,
that I have worn myself out.
Maybe I have not stopped
for five years that I
have not had time to doubt.

Rushed from one thing to another
particularly this last long
eighteen months.

Think I just pushed
it too far
and what had to come
has come.

Time to lay myself
down to sleep
Time to take out
a page from the book
and find time to keep

What had to come
finally, has come,

Maybe I'm going home.

2115hrs 9th April 1993, Ashford.