Lethargic

I feel so tired and so wasted.
Once alive, I forget what I've tasted,
Eyes are crusted and held shut tight,
Fever so potent it strangles my light.

Something closes off inside,
Sunlight fades and life subsides,
Suddenly the thoughts are turning weak,
The tongue is twisted, can't learn to speak.

The dreams are fading, yet sleep presides,
Am I still here or buried inside?
So distant from life, yet not beyond,
Though the pulse is weak, the heart beats on.

Can a passion burn out in life?
I felt so alive while buried in strife,
The goals I had have oh so changed,
The fights I have now feel deranged.

Surviving on the path to the top,
If I ever started, then why did I stop?
Making sense out of unfamiliar words,
These days everything just feels ubsurd.

Monotony dragging on, forever present,
Dimming that which was incandescent,
I grow sick of caring about this plague,
In a world like ours where love is vague.

If the eyes forever stay asleep,
Then in this eulogy I will weep,
For if myself I cannot see,
What then is left of me?