Swallowing Dust

The hum of disappointment fills my day Constantly clawed by weariness My mind and body yearn for relief from the sorrow I keep finding in all things Can it become too much to bear? Why am I still here when around me reason seems to be abandoned? When my thoughts and feelings have no impact, my chance to leave a trace has fallen away But again, I get up and force myself to repeat the same tasks I cursed at the day before I am consciously choking on the idea that I can somehow change I can't