That word like tired, The word that feels heavy on your lips, Slow and dragging on your tongue, That weight that sits on your chest at night, Confining you to blank thoughts, And makes you sleep past your alarm.

Bones and muscles aching, Just to stop the endless stretching And tears inflicted, Day by day, Saying you'll get stronger, But it hurts, But don't be weak, don't stop, sleep.

The morning light is grating, That word cementing your eyes shut, That remedy of sleep doing nothing For the buzzing in your brain, the hole behind your eyelids, And your dried up throat.

No energy to live to start your day in the sun you would rather you’ve put your eyes to achieve that perfect color of nothing and the silence that once was