I Falter

Why do I tire when I've not exhausted?
Everything loses value, I lose interest.
How is it so that I enjoy so little?
Lingering dread and raging tempest,
Both envelope me simutaneously.
Restraint seemingly the purpose.
A faceless cry I release to all,
Though no one has heard this.

For my cry is silent but nothing short of agony.
The claws of my demons constantly dragging me,
Relentless in their hateful intent.
One could say hellbent.

And so again my interest wains,
Effort lacking and energy drained.
It could not be that I am insane.
Doesn't everyone feel this pain?