Eternal Marathon
Come and find me, I’m tired of chasing.
Stillness and silence,
A luxury few can reach.
Stuck in a nonstop marathon,
Filled with screams of chaos.
Drowning in an endless swirl of thoughts,
Each fighting for a chance of clarity and focus.
Exhaustion adds weights to my hands and ankles.
Sleep dances on my lids, daring to close them.
Reaching the finish line becomes an impossible ask.
Sprints turn into jogs, walks, and eventually, crawls.
When will stillness and silence come out of hiding?
When will stillness and silence come and find me?