Going Over

There is nothing more to write
I have written all I could.
My mind refuses to think,
What is there left to brood?
A strange feeling envelops me
I'm so empty and yet so full.
Heavy eyes and tired brain
Repel even trivial matters,
I want to sleep but it doesn't come
I move through time in a daze.
I hate to work, I hate to talk
Questions I loathe to answer,
The answers are so many
And yet there's nothing to say.
Friends, peers and others
Ask me what is wrong,
I lie to say I am well
When I know, as you do too,
Without you, I am going over...