Worn

I'm worn like 100-year-old paper

Yellowed and frayed at the edges

Pieces crumble at the slightest touch 

I grab at my shreds

To apply adhesive to keep myself together

It's of no use

I'm falling apart

There must be time for peace and contemplation 

To recharge my battery 

Sloth off the years added to my age

By wear and tear

On my psyche

And my raw nerves