I’m so tired.

Heavy eyelids over bloodshot eyes,

The line between dream and reality blur,

Along with my eyes.

Weathered, worn down.

I see nothing forward and nothing behind.

Filled with anger, but too exhausted to do anything.

I can’t get up,

I just sit and rot.

Why fight sleep?

I see nothing else.

Mind begins to blur.

Everything else is empty,

Lacking in what I desired.

Muscles are dead,

Drifting away to blissful slumber.

Why do I fight it?

I won’t…yawn…