Tired

Tired

Eyelids pulling tugging heavy
Every delicate dark lash
Flakes of steel
Gravity always wins the fight
Every light burns too bright;
I’m sick, fed up of saying ‘I’m tired.’
I should be excited, wired
Bouncing
After twenty years on earth
I feel old,
Worn, lifeless, cold.
Pray to weighted limbs
I’m ready to give in,
collapse in a heap,
Curl up like a cat
Sleep.
I’m done,
This isn’t fun,
I’m tired.

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