I'm tired

I am tired of it all

I'm tired 

of work

of feeling like I'm never done

of feeling like I'm always behind

of the voice inside my head telling me I'm not good enough

I'm tired 

of politics

of people putting party before philosophy

of politicians putting ego before their country

of there being no consequence for lies

I'm tired

of injustice

of reading about continued imbalance

of unfairness in the world

of power being used for an imperfect status quo

I'm tired 

of ignorance

of people not holding themselves to a high standard

of those who think years of research is a conspiracy

of constantly having to double guess myself around confident fools

I'm tired 

of radical individualism

of people just looking out for themselves

of folk who don't realise the hardship of others

of the lack of empathy

I'm tired 

of it 

all

And yet

I'm inspired 

by those who keep awake

by those who keep going

by those who have not given up

by those who are still passionate

And so
I may 

rest a little first

But
I know
I'm not

done

Note: This was written while I was in the middle of my corrections, in the middle of the coronavirus pandemic, and at the start of the BLM movement gaining traction in the UK (although obviously the issues surrounding it had and indeed the movement itself had been present for a while). I was feeling run down, and feeling very small compared to the world. I was chatting to people and trying to do things to help my mental health, but I'm keeping the poem as an honest reflection of the exhaustion I was feeling at the world.