Not for laughs, with my apologies

Wearily, drearily,

Half the day long,

Flap the great banners

High over the stone;

Strangely and eerily

Sounds the wind's song,

Bending the banner-poles

While, all alone,

Watching the loophole's spark,

Lie I, with life all dark,

Feet tether'd, hands fetter'd

Fast to the stone,

The grim walls, square letter'd

With prison'd men's groan.

Still Strain the banner-poles

Through the wind's song,

Westward the banner rolls

Over my wrong.

William Morris

So I thought this rather expressed how I feel about my life at the moment. Nancy and I were talking today about the word "weary". It's a word that is weighty, it drags at you, your entire being. It is more than tired. It lays heavy about the shoulders, pulling down on your soul. It laughs at you for striving forward, even as it smothers you. It is such an enervating word........ and feeling. And it almost blames you for all wrongs, even as you know that cannot be, but the weight will not let you escape. You must take the fault for you cannot find the energy to fight. You are drained and trodden upon.

"weary" is unpleasant. "Weary" is a long journey down, and a longer journey back. "Weary" happens when there is so much....... so many......... so.................. oh my. Tired is physical, exhausted can be emotional, weary encompasses the soul.

I am weary.