Tired

I’m tired

Blood barely pulses through my veins

 

The flame dims,

The scene fades,

The curtains close

 

The bags hanging under my eyes couldn’t hold

the weight of my struggles

Lives continue on just outside my door,

but I stagnate in my room

My mind rests on the mistakes of my past

and my present

I hardly leave my room

 

Days like these come too often

The light at the end of my tunnel recedes

 

I digress

 

The kettle begins to whistle

Usually a sharp and painful noise

now music to my ears

I let the tea run over the bumps of my tongue,

swish around my teeth,

and finally drop down into my throat

 

I have no big words to describe

my feelings

not now

 

Again, I digress

 

Pillow

Blanket

Even Teddy Bear

My lids weigh

 

With hope,

as Annie said,

the Sun

will come out

tomorrow

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