A sad state

The soul brimming with ideas and thoughts
I want to share with someone
The mind numb with the clutter of daily chores
That never seem to end

While I'm seeking for something
To whisk me away from this drudgery
There's someone who expects inspiration
From this bored, world-weary lass

Yet, I tried to milk the soul
To find a drop of guidance
All that resulted was a further loss
Of energies and the sense of purpose

So smothered the poor thing lies
Beneath the pile of undertakings
For all I know it might be screaming
Under the struggle-induced deafness

These words are a desperate effort
To reach that inner, divine voice
They're my only recourse and refuge
And my connection to sanity