Absent

			Incapable of logical thought;
			Too tired to move my own body;
			Too moody to climb into bed;
			Eyes hurting so much -
			But to close them seems as defeat;
			Exhausted of what is supposed to be life:
			School,
			Job,
			Responsibility...
			I rebel from the structure
			By keeping away from my bed -
			By hiding in my room;
			Awake,
			But doing little of any importance;
			So tired...
			Do not admit defeat...
			Pointless argument -
			Bickerings of my mind
			Like that of a small child -
			One old enough to know reason,
			But refusing to listen or care -
			Or believe that it's relevant;
			Mindless gazing -
			Eyes glazed -
			Into space,
			Out of a space...
			Devoid of any thought
			Except those of a depressed tendency;
			Silent, dormant angst
			Whisping through;

			Continuing to sit -
			Pointless time;
			Uncomfortable,
			But loath to move...
			Piteous 'man'.

			Watch the windows to my soul -
			What would they speak of?
			Little -
			They too are dulled and silent...