World-weariness

Everyone is a spirit.
It pervades everything they are.
Many of goodwill,
Others of cruelty.
Spirits of pleasure.
And spirits of harmony.
Spirits of fortune.
And spirits of vengeance.

Me?
I’m the spirit of world-weariness.
The world no longer means what it did.
The only rays of light are select special souls.
Spirits of companionship,
Spirits of friendship,
Spirits of love.

I am world-weary.